Blushing Heavily Novels & Stories

Nevertheless, his gaze was still fixated on the road as he spoke. "Thank you. And you look ravishing." she replied, looking at him. Niel didn't know how but all of a sudden felt something rush through his body up to his cheeks, as they began to burn like lava. Was he blushing? No, men don't blush. Maybe he is just feeling shy. But what's the difference?. He smiled as he realised he had just been defeated. He was blushing because of her comment, and is shy because of her presence. Is this how love is? So situated and coherent? So relish and trim?

i said hiding my face that was turning red "oh really? Because that blush creeping up on your face tells me something else" he said still smirking. What the hell is happening to me this guy has me blushing like a shy teen-ager I thought to myself. "Oh please don't flatter yourself am not blushing" I replied trying to sound unaffected by his voice that was sending shivers down my spine. "Is that so?" he asked taking a step closer to me "That's right" I said taking one step back.

The audacity, the sheer humiliation of it all! And then the clothes. Or lack thereof. My mind replayed the scene in his room, the way I'd just… undressed. In front of him. A loud, involuntary groan escaped me. My entire body felt like it was on fire, a deep, pervasive blush that reached every inch of my skin. I could feel the heat radiating off me, making me feel as red and hot as a ripe tomato left out in the summer sun.

My smile fell when I realized what I have just said. " Oh! I mean---they want to play with my feelings---" Christian frown. "You're pretty too not just your voice." His words makes me blush as I felt something moving in my tummy. What is this?! Do I have worms again?! My face heated so much to the point he laugh at me. I turn around so he won't see my blushing face. Gosh! Why does my heart race like I was about to have a heart attack?! Why do I feel shy now?! Gosh! Gosh! Gosh! What is this feelings?!

I hate my body for enjoying his touch. I feel heat rush into my cheeks. Seriously, Isabella, you're blushing right now. You weren't supposed to get angry, not blush. I'm sure I look like a tomato. He drew away from me and stared at my face. His lips quivered in mischief when he saw my rosy cheeks. "I love it when you blush," he teases.

"You pack quite a punch, Jasmine Leclaire" Heat whooshed up her neck and into her cheeks as sexual electricity crackled from him and zipped into her bloodstream. Jasmine was appalled at herself. She never blushed. She might flush in anger, but blushing belonged to adolescence and she was way past that. A sophisticated career woman did not blush.

The sounds of his heartbeat magically calmed me, but his heart was beating unusually fast like someone who just finished a hundred-meter race or something. "why's your heart beating so loudly?" I look up, He turns his face hiding his cheeks from me, "Are you blushing?" "Who said I was blushing?" he clears his throat and pulls away breaking our hug well not exactly a hug, "this is how I like in the morning" he turns and tries to walk away but I stop him, "you are totally blushing" I laughed, my eyes had never been this happy before I saw the expression on his face, "did I make your heartbeat?" I teased him with a grinning face,

I looked at Andrew with dearing eyes and I couldn't help but be happy he brought me to hear. "Thank you for bringing me here, I am really having fun," I told him staring deeply into his eyes while he smiles widely at me. I lifted my leg as he was a bit taller than I am and pegged his cheeks to show my appreciation, while I saw his pink cheeks suddenly have red shares all over them, causing me to smile. "I'll pretend, I didn't just watch my boss, blush because of a peg," I mocked him, while we both laughed. "I see, you've been stealing kisses from me all day without my permission, just get ready to be punished," he said in my eyes husky, and I felt adrenaline rush through my veins causing me

“It's nothing like that sweet…one that night” I turned to him, our faces were near. His green ones locked with mine. I gulped my saliva. “I have to wear it because…” “No need to explain,” He cuts me off. “Okay…” I turned away. The heat in my cheeks increased. Why am I blushing? I held my face. “Your face is red” he said, “I…it just…,” “Do you blush like that around others?” He questioned, and I turned to him. “What?...no…”

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.