He’d been flirting with me for months. He always tried to make eye contact, and smiled extra big, and laughed at all my jokes.

When my friends asked, I said he “wasn’t my type,” and changed the subject.

Then one day he forgot to shave, and I fell in love.

This story was based on the TypeTrigger prompt “stubble.”

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