Blushing Furiously Novels & Stories

"Now peel the orange." "Fine," I grumbled under my breath and rubbed my cheek furiously. Suddenly, Clark pushed my hand away from my reddened cheek. We both stared at each other as he stroked my that spot gently and almost lovingly. This warm, fuzzy, similar feeling arose within me which made me blush the slightest bit possible. I tried to crack a grin to hide my absurd, girly blush, but that attempt made me blush even more. "What the hell is wrong with me? I never blush, ugh," I murmured to myself a bit too loudly and Clark heard.

She blurted on noticing me and prodded my nose with annoyance. "That hurts!" I whined cupping my nose. "Why were you giggling are you poking fun?" "No I wasn't just I felt bad that I made you blushed now you are looking like a puppet and it's kinda embarrassing people may think that... "You didn't make me blush okay that's a point of correction, I never even blushed. Why will I blush?" She interrogated and swat her palm on my shoulder before I could dodge. "Ouch that's hurt." I whined robbing my shoulder.

Oh god, that guy is such a jerk. How can he say this to someone? He is so smooth with the flirting; I know he’s only doing this to annoy me! Ugh, I hate him, but why does my face can’t stop turning red?! What is wrong with me? I looked at myself in the mirror, my cheeks were all flushed, and I couldn’t keep my hands from trembling. Maybe I should take a shower. Maybe that will calm me down. Yes, that’s a great idea.

My face heated under his intense gaze. "What?" I questioned swallowing a spoonful of rice and he sighed. "You are different." Crimson color coated my cheeks and I lowered my eyes. "Are you ...blushing?" His amused voice reached my ears and I closed my eyes in embarrassment. My pale complexion will be the death of me someday. "What? No!" "Did I got ever stoic, hardcore, brave, and stubborn Crystal, to blush?" "No... It's... It's cold... The air conditioner." I lied pathetically internally slapping myself.

I encircle my hands behind his neck and enjoy the feeling of being carried. "You look beautiful" he compliments tucking my hair away from my face and I hold him tightly worrying I could slip and fall. "Thanks," I mutter timidly my cheeks flushing. Did I just blush? Fuck I just blushed. Carl chuckles making me feel more embarrassed. What's wrong with me, people think am this bad bitch yet am here flushing because of a mere compliment? I need to pull myself together.

He made a tsk sound and shook his head at the same time, meeting my eyes with his confident ones. "I think I regret missing it." He whispers slowly like it is supposed to be a secret. "I bet you would have looked 10 times sexier." He whispered close to my ear causing all the blood to rush to my cheeks. My cheeks heat up at his words and I looked at his smirking face with my burning one. "God! Making you blush should be illegal." He groans and I pinch my brows together at him, confused. Do I look like a monkey's butt cheek when blushing?

I looked at her with confusion, "Do you want to stay here for the whole day?" "Guys, I want to say something," She asserted but her face was tomato red with a blush. What causes her to blush hard? I and Anna exchanged our looks and sat again. "Yes, tell us," Anna leaned further hopefully as she was desperate to hear something romantic. "Actually, umm... I'm..." Remya stuttered while blushing red. Her skin was glowing and sparkling with unknown charm. Her ear to ear smile and glossy eyes were saying something good but what, I can't guess it.

Ruhan said. " Oh, please, I am a doctor. " " Yes, precisely!! You have not read anything about the word called blushing in your textbooks. You need to read and watch romantic things. She is blushing, not having a fever, isn't it, Myra di? Bhai? " Ruhan said and wiggled his eyebrows. " Shut up, Ruhan!! " Roohi, Raj, and I said together. The rest of them laughed.

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.

James said smoothly, a playful glint in his eyes. I glared at him. “Are you enjoying this?” “Only slightly.” I shook my head, heat crawling up my neck. I never blushed, but here I was, radiating crimson. “God, now I can’t stop thinking about that.” He chuckled softly. “You’re blushing.” “I am not blushing.” “You’re very red.” I turned around before he could say anything else and walked straight toward the next aisle, my shoulders stiff. "Let’s just get the damn saffron."