Blushing Drawing Meme Novels & Stories

“What is in all those papers? The ones you shut away in your drawer or push under the mattress in your room?” Shit. She means the godawful drawings I’ve created. “Are you blushing? Not my big, no-nonsense Alpha?” she smirks, setting down her charcoal and standing up from the easel. Walking towards me she quickly sits down, her legs straddling my thighs, her filthy black hands smudging my face as she strokes my cheeks. “You’re definitely blushing!” “I’ll show you later,” I growl, tugging her ass to sit her as close to me as possible, our foreheads touching. “Now what about you, shifty little vixen?”

she murmured, I heard it this time. "Why? Do you like him?" I asked, surprised. I approached where she was. "You know, I'm friend with him. I can help you get close to him if you want," I suggested. "Of course not," she refused while still shaking her head. She handed me the new glass with water. When I got up we went back to the couch and sat down again. I took my medications first before speaking again. "Why do you seem to be affected? There are only a few things that can make a person blush. First, if you have a fever. Second, if you are angry. And third, if you’re shy," I explained.

He doesn't bother to comb his long hair, always messy, falling at his forehead, which makes his face so cute. "You're staring at me," he smiles teasingly. "I'm not!" I quickly look away, feeling a bit shy. "Since when you're shy, Samlin Greenham?" he lifts himself up by pressuring on his elbow, gazing down at me. "You're literary blushing. You know what happens when you blush? Your cheeks turn red, like spilling color. Just like this," he puts a finger on my left cheek. "I know, shut up!" I giggle, swating his arm.

"That is so." A sympathetic look covered her face. "Aww, you poor thing. You really need to find a boyfriend. Simple memes are making you blush these days," she tutted her lips, shaking her head in disappointment. On the other hand, my eyes widened at her claim and my neck instantly snapped toward the mirror. I saw a faint hue of red adorning my cheeks, and realizing the cause, the color darkened. Blush? I am blushing because of Elian? I am the one who makes boys blush, not the other way around! What's happening to me?

his shameless comment successfully put a red blush on cheeks making his husky grin grow bigger. taking advantage of my distraction he pushed me off of him and pinned me down getting on top of me making me gasp at the sudden intimidate position and blushed even more. He moved closer making my eyes go wide. "I love the blushing you lemon. epically when it's the blush i put on!"

"And blushing. Cute and sexy. Just the way I love it." Eliot!

I said looking back at the love birds. After I finished showering, I wore a new white top with tin strips, gray pants, and an oversized gray jacket. When I got out of the bathroom I looked if Amber was there or not, it looked like she was texting someone her smile was so big, and she was also blushing that human being never blushes, I swear! "Oh God, my best friend has the 'blush whenever Mr. Boyfriend texts / the most cliché thing ever' virus," I said acting shocked and teasingly

Then she blurts, “You’re… a lot.” I choke on air. She slaps a hand over her mouth, horrified at herself. “I mean— not like—well you are—oh my god, can we pretend I never said anything ever—” I can’t help it I laugh. It’s a real one. One that’s a startled, low, and warm. It loosens something in my chest. She peeks through her fingers. “I, uh… came up to show you memes,” she says. “About us.”

, Blue cut him short, " Me? Like that? I get jealous but not like this" " Oh really? Have you forgotten the day I was painting a man and I had to look intensely to draw him but you made me stop with the claim that we were staring too much at each other", " Me?", " Don't even try to deny it", " But I still allowed you to finish", " After lots of persuasion", " But I allowed you", " Indeed, because of him, I started drawing from the pictures the customer sent", Blue said, and they all burst into laughter.

Shelly blushed. Ace grinned widely. "Tell me something special about yourself." "I used to draw," she muttered. "What! Why did you stop? I mean you are perfectly capable of creating memories through drawing." "I was very good in it and I enjoyed drawing. It would suprise you but when I was much younger I was a nerd." "A beautiful nerd, you mean." Shelly blushed at the compliment, "when you put it like that I guess I looked cute with my glasses and my pig tails hair."