[For a moment Eighteen doesn't seem to get the precise connotation. It's not the first time he's flushed around her and it certainly won't be the last, though the expression rises less often now than it may have at first.
She looks down on him with one hand still perched atop his head. And then when it does dawn on her, it arrives with the quick creep of heat in her own cheeks.]
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She looks down on him with one hand still perched atop his head. And then when it does dawn on her, it arrives with the quick creep of heat in her own cheeks.]
... May as well.