Blushed Romance Choices Novels & Stories

I said, with a glare. Then he scoffed and sniffed. “Now, are you feeling so high, just because I confessed? Alright then, forget about that. I never loved you. I do not care about you, either. I’m just trying to fulfill all righteousness. By the way, you aren’t my type. If you look at all the girls I have rolled with, you’ll find one thing common, which is they are hot. And you are nowhere hot.” Blaze said, with clenched teeth, and dashed out of the house.

“Make him fall for me. Do you really think I could pull that off?” “I don’t think you’ll need to try very hard. Love and hate are intertwined and Brambilla watches you constantly. I noticed it freshman year; I just confused hatred with lust.” “Lust, hate, love, I don’t really see a difference. Men run our lives and they have a choice.” The words left a bad taste in my mouth. I would give anything for choices.

My eyes were still closed, and I was still panting from our passionate and intense kiss. As I slowly opened my eyes, he took my hand in his and moved it up, looking deeply into my eyes. "You look stunning today in this pink coat, my angel." He complimented me and placed a soft kiss on my knuckles. My eyelashes lowered as I smiled with delight. As it was winter, I was dressed in a pink knee-length blazer and longboats. I blushed as I looked at him through my eyelashes and spoke in hushed tones. "It's the effect of your love."

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

“Dealer’s choice.” Luca flipped to N*****x and began browsing. “What’s your type?” he asked. “In movies?” “No, in men,” Luca deadpanned, and Asher burst into a short laugh. “Smart ass. You pick.” Luca hesitated. Then, with the smallest grin, he selected a film, something understated and soft. A queer indie romance. Set in a sleepy town, with characters who looked nothing like them and yet said everything they never could out loud. Halfway through, Luca reached for Asher’s hand. Their fingers twined. No words. No need for them.

You walked with them through all of it—through tension and longing, heartbreak and healing, passion and peace. Romance, at its core, isn’t just about desire. It’s about choice. It’s about staying when leaving would be easier. It’s about learning someone’s flaws and loving them anyway. Brielle and Jaxon didn’t fall in love because everything was perfect, they fell in love because they worked for it. Because they grew. Because they chose each other again and again, even when it was hard. If you’ve ever felt like love arrived late for you… If you’ve ever wondered whether you missed your chance…

“My love, may I?” Romero asked as he stretched his hand in request for a dance. My love! Aliyah exclaimed inwardly, the butterflies in her stomach celebrated … the way the endearment rolled off his tongue had her blushing. Noticing her shy blush, Romero smiled, he sure does love it when she blushes at his words. With a nod she said “Yes.” Holding her hand and placing the other one on her waist, Romero then slightly pressed her against himself… he could feel the softness of her breast against his chest which was just protected with his white shirt…. Damn!.

She sipped her champagne. “I tried hard not to take offense on that. But yeah. It’s impressive.” “You’re awesome in your own way, big guy. Don’t compare yourself to your brother. You both are unique in so many ways. You know what question convinced me that I would always choose you?” I looked her in the eye. “Tell me about it.” “Blaze asked me two days ago if who was I gonna choose to—you know.” She just blushed. My gaze stayed in her eyes for a moment before dropping to her lips. “That broke the deal?” A warm tingle fluttered through my belly, knowing she would still choose me over Knox.

Blaze chuckled softly, and for a second, it felt like we were just two people having a normal conversation, no corporate walls or icy barriers between us. “Your turn,” he said, the game starting to feel more natural now. I leaned back, considering my next question. “Alright, if you could have any dessert right now, what would it be?” He didn’t hesitate. “Cheesecake. With raspberry sauce.” My eyes lit up. “Really? I think we might be soulmates. Cheesecake is the best.” Blaze smirked, clearly amused. “I don’t know about soulmates, but I’ll admit, cheesecake is a damn good choice.”

"You could have just said you wanted company." He chuckled. "Maybe. But then you’d have thought you had a choice." “I do have a choice,” I informed Blaze. “More so, I should have a choice since you even considered other options when your wife was here.” Balze wanted to argue but couldn’t bring himself to do just that and cleared his throat. “Fine. I messed up. Hey, love.” The way his tone changed instantly made my heart skip a beat. But that was not all as Blaze rounded the corner of my desk and came to stop beside me, with hands stretched out.