Girls are from Venus, Boys from URANUS by Natasha B-Jackson

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there- Oh, Paul?” His brows slightly raised in mock surprise at my blindness, “You mean you didn’t see me coming? You’ve been watching me for an hour.” he said The heat rose to my cheeks so fast that I had no way of hiding my guilt. Frickety-frack! Earth swallow me up now! “Looking at you? Dear boy aren’t you full of yourself?” I mutter with as much indignation as I could muster to hide the embarrassment at being found out. “How can I help you?”

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there- Oh, Paul?”

His brows slightly raised in mock surprise at my blindness, “You mean you didn’t see me coming? You’ve been watching me for an hour.” he said

The heat rose to my cheeks so fast that I had no way of hiding my guilt. Frickety-frack! Earth swallow me up now!

“Looking at you? Dear boy aren’t you full of yourself?” I mutter with as much indignation as I could muster to hide the embarrassment at being found out. “How can I help you?”

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