Blushing Chart Novels & Stories

Heat flooded my face so quickly I thought I might actually burst into flames. He caught me looking. One eyebrow lifted. “See something interesting?” “I…” My mouth opened. Nothing came out. “I was just…” “Yes?” “I wasn’t staring.” “So you keep saying.” “I wasn’t!” “You’ve been staring for at least ten seconds.” “I have not!” “You have.” “I was looking at your scars.” “Mm.” “They look painful.” “They were.” He finished buttoning the cuffs of his shirt before walking closer. His fingers tilted my chin upward. “But you’re still blushing.”

he whispered softly but enough to mesmerize the whole me. I could feel my cheeks turn red and heat up. I'm blushing. He's close to me and he's staring too much! "Ugliness. That's being spread all over your face." Dang it?!

He held his hands up, laughing. “I’m not…gay,” I protested. “Then you’re really a nice person,” he said smiling at me. “You’re blushing,” he pointed out. “Black people don’t blush,” I blurted out. “Because turning pink is the only form of blushing, huh?” he said with a knowing smirk when I smacked my lips closed. Thankfully, the lady came back. “I’m sorry Sam, but these are the only ones I could find,” the lady said handing Sam pills. “Check in with us in the next…four days. Or you can go to the-“

She felt her cheeks burning as she spoke, and she was so relieved they were just talking over the phone. "You're blushing right now, aren't you?" Trixie roared in laughter. She had trained Trisha for a whole, straight-six months, there are so many characteristics of Trisha that Trixie could tell even with her eyes closed, and right now, even through a phone call. Trixie could tell Trisha was abashed and shy talking about her client making lewd sounds during sex. With Trisha's personality, though she was willing to do anything and everything, there are still clear signs of her timidness when it comes to sex. Trisha did not show them through actions or words during her training, but her face a

l am telling you the difference between Smiling and blushing" favoue corrected. She folded her arms across her chest as she spoke. "So, what you're saying is that you weren't blushing but smiling?". Matt asked with a raised brow. "Exactly." "Oh, I see." Matt nodded and tapped his lips with his finger. "Then why are your cheeks so red, if you aren't blushing? Are your cheeks hurting?". "My cheek hurts so much that I can't even explain why". Favour replied, following his words too. "But, you've been blushing all day and it gets me wondering why your cheek doesn't seem to hurt because if it hurts I'm sure you won't keep doing it the entire time."

“No, it’s not. I told you I’m saving the date you owe me for a rainy day, one where you promise me I get to keep you forever.” I blush, thankful he can’t see it because I’m in coyote form. “I know you’re blushing.” Before I can respond, he adds, “Even in coyote form, it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.” Unable to control it, I blush again, wondering how Phantom’s able to tell I’m blushing beneath the heavy coat of fur covering my skin. “How can you tell?” “Your body temperature rises every time you blush. I feel the warmth radiating from your face.”

“…letting you feel how much I want you and wish we were alone again.” I watched as a pink tint spread into her cheeks. It is the first time that I can ever remember her blushing. I have seen her cheeks turn red in anger but blushing that was new. And sexy as hell. I think I’m going to like this being mated thing.

My skin prickled under his gaze. “Are you… blushing?” His voice held a note of amazement, his eyes dancing with something tender. I looked away, heart racing. “Does it matter?” He chuckled and leaned in, tilting my chin up with his fingers, forcing me to look into those eyes that always left me weak. “Not that I mind,” he said softly. “I love it—knowing I get this reaction every time.” Embarrassment swept over me. I playfully slapped his hand away, but he was right—I did blush every time. How could I not?

I straightened up, building my walls back up in hopes to feel a little bit of strength again. “another male or males in this case has caused the natural human reaction of a blush to tint your cheeks sweetheart.” Levi gave me it straight like he always does. I bit my lips my cheeks growing hotter now that I was aware that they had noticed. Maverick clenched his jaw in the attempt of biting back the low rumble that vibrated in his chest. “But I can’t control how I blush or what I blush at” I spoke to no one in particular. “and I can’t control what I dislike all I know is that I don’t like it” Maverick retorted with yet again a cold tone.

There were no cracks or bumps under the skin, so I reached out and gave it a gentle push. "Whoo-hoo!" The muscles under my fingers trembled violently, accompanied by a whimper in a strange tone. I was startled and withdrew my finger, "What, did I hurt you?" He lay on the ground, gasping as if he would die in the next second, and his face was abnormally red. “Why are you blushing? !” I knew that his face was covered with scales, and the color of his skin couldn't appear on his face. “Are you sick?”