His eyes never left hers as he noted her eyes widen in surprise and she swallowed a lump in her throat.
“That’s not funny.” Was the reply that finally came from her mouth.
“No.” He shook his head in agreement, “But it shut you up which was what I was counting on… It also made you blush which I did not anticipate.” He told her as he watched her face colour a rosy tint.
“I’m not blushing.” She replied as he watched her face tell an entirely different story. She had never been one to take compliments well; her dad would always say that it was hilarious watching her either saying nothing, or refusing to accept when a compliment was given to her.
The Lost and the Tortured [x]
Via silvercourt





