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I hated to admit it but I loved the way a simple look from him turned me into a stuttering teenage girl. I loved the way his voice could make me blush as if I hadn’t been fantasizing about what I'd like him to do to me - or perhaps because of the images that came to mind. Maybe that’s why I did what I did that night. Maybe that’s why I didn’t stop to think - I just did what I was told.We’d been flirting all night long but with our eyes and our words only. I knew he was following me as I walked...