Adorable

 

As far as her boyfriend was concerned, she was too shy for a woman of such intelligence and beauty. An awkward stage is understandable but it was hard to imagine that experience hadn’t exposed her to enough adulation to draw her from her shell. Unless it was the adoration that made her uncomfortable.

“If you don’t want to be adored, don’t be adorable,” he told her. 

“Works for you, right?”

“Exactly. I used to be adorable. Look at my baby pictures. I got over it.”

She leaned close. A few stray strands of her hair grazed his forehead. “You want me to stop being adorable?”

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