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"How can I? You're standing so close, there's hardly any space to move,"

"You look ravishing without those load of make-up on your face," his hand had returned to my hair, twisting a strand of it around his finger.

"You should wear less of the make-up while you are here," he leaned in to whisper.

I couldn't handle the closeness, couldn't look him back in the eyes, so I closed my eyes