Blushed Romance Choices Novels & Stories

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.

"But I'm curious, what does romance mean to you?" Max leaned in closer to Chloe, his voice low and husky, as he whispered softly into her ear, "Romance is like the changing sky at dusk, with colors shifting and blending together to create something new and beautiful each time. It's like the dance of fireflies on a warm summer evening, a dazzling display that takes your breath away.” His words flowed like a gentle stream, carrying with them the promise of something sweet and special. Chloe felt her heart skip a beat, and a shiver ran down her spine like a gentle breeze on a summer day, as she turned away to hide the reddened flush on her cheeks.

"That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now." Yara clenched her fists that were under the table. She remembers the words of Adam, her first love and first ex boyfriend in high school when they broke up. "I swear you won't be able to date forever. Anyway, you won't be able to get married until you can see me on the aisle."

Melody blushed, the sweetest rose color blooming on the apples of her cheeks as her full lips slowly curled up in a slight smile. "A Romantic getaway?" Delia stressed romantic when she said it and made lovey eyes at Melody. "Yes, well. Kind of." Melody made a frustrated sound deep in her throat before lightly covering her face with her hands, mindful at the last minute not to smudge her makeup that Delia had worked so hard on. "I've never really had a girlfriend to talk about things."The blush darkened and crept over her whole face and down her chest until she was pink all over. "I don't know how to say what I planned or explain. Just, I am going to blow his mind." Melody said, feeling deter

As exhausted as she seems, she didn’t argue, just snuggled right up to me. I love her in my shirt but skin against skin is also nice. At this point I don’t think we’ll end up having a legit N*****x and chill night. There’s some kind of cheesy romantic comedy playing, a flash of colors and greenery panning across the screen. I’d suggested one of those Valentine’s Day love stories from Hallmark but she’d rolled her eyes.

“I’m not refusing.” “You have the right to refuse.” “I’m not refusing.” This was not how this was supposed to be done, I thought bitterly. It was not romantic, tender, passionate, and private – it was the opposite of all those things. “Will you be mine?” The frown had eased from his face now that I was following the required script. “Yes,” I mumbled, dropping my eyes to the buttons at his collar, and knew my cheeks had flushed. “You’re blushing,” he said, amused. “I think the only other time I’ve seen you blush was that time - ”

The oath I swore at Lorenzo's grave in Palermo now points directly at Don Tobia Armenise, the man who raised me, the man who sent me into exile, the man who signed the order to kill my brother and then stood beside me at the funeral and called it a tragedy. I look at the broken chair leg in my hand. Then I look at Serafina, sitting on my bed with her notebook and her pen and her dark hair falling loose around her shoulders, and I understand that the choice I made when I folded the second page against my chest was not the first choice. The first choice was the night she handed me the first page and I did not send her away. The first choice was the night I let her see me without the Buenos Air

"I’ll make sure you enjoy every second of it." Aurora’s lips parted in shock. The options weren’t fair! Not a single one of them was easy! "Wait!" she exclaimed. "These choices are ridiculous! I don’t even know what to pick!" Draven shrugged. "Then I’ll choose for you. You have five seconds." Aurora’s heart pounded in her chest as she stared at him, completely flustered. His gaze burned into hers, intense yet oddly patient. Unlike Lucas, who would have forced himself on her without hesitation, Draven was giving her a choice—a twisted, wicked game of seduction.