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His eyes, glued on mine, were an amazing hue of emerald green as he flashes me his dimpled smile.
I looked over my shoulder and found no one there so he must be talking to me. I look back at this man who is still smiling at me. “Excuse me?” I chimed, confused about what he meant.
“Blue.” He repeats again and there’s a way on how he said it that makes his plump lips look hot.
I scoff, “I’m sorry, are we talking about colours here?”
The man with green eyes chuckles breathlessly. “Your eyes, they’re a lovely shade of ice blue.”
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