Cherry.

A scarlet flush quickly flooded her cheeks; her ears appeared as if they were dipped in strawberry syrup. With her small hands, she immediately cupped her face in embarrassment. He grasped her delicate hands and gently pulled them away from her face. Although the color was not as prominent as before, she still carried a splash of pink on her cheeks.

“Why are you covering your face? I think it’s kind of cute.”

He thought it was impossible for her to get any redder, but he was proven wrong. Her neck was painted in a deep crimson.

“Can you stop? This isn’t fair. You know I get super red. This isn’t fair,” she pouted, flustered beyond comprehension.

“But you’re so damn cute. I can’t.’