Blushing Heavily Novels & Stories

Nick and I… we were having our moment. “Gosh…” I whispered to myself. I could feel the heat rush all over my body. I didn’t know if it was from the alcohol or the memory, but my heart felt like it was going to explode. I pressed my palms to my cheeks, they were burning hot, my face flushed red. I couldn’t stay still. “Audrey? Are you okay?” Scarlett asked worriedly, looking directly at me. “Oh, ah… yeah, yeah…” I answered breathlessly, trying to hide the blush on my face.

Her body trembles with fear and shame, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Doesn't feeling ashamed make your cheeks flush and your heart race? Are you masquerading as me to win over Blake once more? Did you have to take away his parents in such a brutal manner?" she asked, her fingers fumbling as she released the grip on her “Artemis” garment. I couldn't help but recall the image of her jittery figure as she hastily changed her attire. The substance is crimson red, indicating that it is blood. "I'm completely lost in understanding what you're saying—"

"You have no idea just how handsome you look when you smile,' I tell him. Suddenly he turns away, but... I can see the back of his head, his ears to be precised, they're bright red just like tomatoes. So he can.... Blush I tell myself with a chuckle ready to tease him and go on and on about this new found weakened of his when suddenly I feel a child down my spine, goosebumps all over my skin as I flinch in horror. What is this feeling? Suddenly the room gets rowdy, mutters grow loud and heads turn. My curiosity gets the best of me and I also turn around to see for myself the reason behind the great outroar and there it was. Her!

I quickly look away and feel a blush making its way to my face. Shit, fuck!

I know I'm blushing. "Gosh! Get a grip!"

He says. Nodding my head, I walk directly to the bathroom. Immediately, I locked the door when I get inside and releases a deep breath. Oh my god. I feel like my chest is going to explode in nervousness. Looking at my face in the mirror, my eyes widened when I saw my face is in red. It's like a tomato. What the? Am I blushing? No way? "Oh my god." I facepalm. He probably saw my tomato face. Damn.

She asked and I shook my head. “That’s not necessary. I don’t need it.” I coughed nervously. “Are you blushing?” She shouted and I opened my mouth. “What are you saying. Blushing? I am not blushing. What could I be blushing for?” I stuttered and she laughed. “You are definitely blushing. Your cheeks are red and you are stuttering. You are also avoiding eye contact.” She said and I laughed. “What’s with you? Who thought you that? I was definitely not blushing. I just felt cold for a minute and I turned red.”

That last inappropriate thought struck Layla with such effect and so much embarrassment and self-loathing that her pale skin flamed scarlet, mortified heat crawling over her entire skin surface. "I’ve never seen anyone blush that deeply," Lucas confided in wonderment, watching the flush trail down her long white throat and dapple that fine skin with a warmer colour. Layla told him roundly, "You’re supposed to pretend you didn’t notice, not embarrass me further." I used to go through agonies of blushing when I was a kid. It’s the fault of my fair skin—it’s very conspicuous. "

She has a beautiful smile that makes the man hold his breath. Shin blushes as he recalls the incident, his face turning as red as a tomato. It gets worse when Hyang turns around and looks in his direction. The high school girl's piercing gaze into his eyes causes the man to become more flustered. He holds his breath, embarrassed by Hyang catching him secretly staring at her while blushing like a crazy pervert old man.

Frustration. "You're blushing," Bianca said. "I'm not blushing." "You're literally red right now. Like a tomato...like a strawberry. Like..." "Okay, I get it." "And you're fuming. How are you doing both at once? Girl, I don't know how you blush and still fume at the same time but it's kind of cute, actually." I made a sound like a half laugh, half groanand pressed the heels of my palms to my eyes. "Bianca please."