Blush. That was his target, he told himself. He just wanted to see her blush. This untouchable southerner with her husky voice and fiery spirit… he wanted to see if it was possible (and of course, if anyone could do this, it would be him). That's what he told himself, anyway. He could make her mad, that was easy. Anyone could do that. But make her blush… that would be a challenge.

Let us observe from a distance.

She is standing by the large window. He approaches and stands close beside her. She turns to greet him and he lifts her hand to his lips, kissing gloved knuckles. She scowls and pulls her hand away. He reaches up and smoothes hair back from her face, gloved hand slipping over pale skin. His hand returns to her face, and traces the frown lines on her face. He says something, and she laughs, head tilting back. He leans in closer and whispers something in her ear. She pushes him in the chest, but he takes a hold of her wrists and pulls her in close, whispering something else in her ear. She pauses.

A low growl from behind them interrupts the moment, and they turn to see a short but angry Canadian. He grins and takes her hand up to his lips, kisses it, then runs off with the Canadian in hot pursuit.

Let us move in closer.

She stands in the window, holding her hand out in front of her and, if only he were there to see it, a delicate rose spreading across both her cheeks.

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