“I like how you blush, beautiful.”
“I think you glow more when you embarrassed. Maybe that's how you blush.”
“Don;t blush, for God's sake. You and your blushing - you're like some Victorian maiden.”
“I don’t quite know how to respond to people who say that I dance like my genitals are on fire. I usually just blush and brush aside their flattery.”
“Careful,” he said. “If you keep blushing like that I may do more than just draw you.”
“Do you know how beautiful you are?' I shook my head 'I'm not. But you make me fell like I am.' I wanted to be beautiful. To him. For him. I didn't care how anybody else saw me. Only Ethan.”