Blushing Heavily Novels & Stories

A sinister grin appeared on his face. "A kiss." I quickly face the front with full force, headbutting him completely. "Ouch! Harper, you're still so brutal!" "Let's get going." I retorted and started heading outside. What are you thinking, Zea!? For a moment I almost lost my head for a minute! I held onto my chest which was now thumping heavily, my face completely flushed. I am lucky it's already dark or it could've been too obvious. Why in the world am I blushing?!

It was the kind of smirk that made my heart start acting strangely inside my chest. My cheeks suddenly felt hot. “OMG, what is happening to your cheeks?” Cynthia’s voice cut through my thoughts like she was waiting for something dramatic to happen. I touched my face immediately. “I don’t understand,” I said, panic slowly crawling into my voice. “What’s happening to my face?” “It’s red,” Cynthia said. “Your cheeks are red. You are blushing.” If I wasn’t slightly embarrassed, I would have rolled my eyes at her. “Cynthia, you always exaggerate things,” I said quietly.

Aside from that, everything that's been flashing inside my head were all embarassing. I could feel my face suddenly heated like a warm pot of water, like that of a teenage girl seeing her crush in front of her. The feeling was the same but the cause differs. I'm blushing from embarassment, me, as a woman in her late twenties who's inside a teenager's body. Well, atleast I know that two comes up when one is added to another one. My mother must have misunderstand me when she noticed that I'm blushing. She deliberately put the back her palm above my forehead and ask me. "Are you feeling sick again?"

he insists. "I am your saving grace whether you like it or not.". "You are not.". "I am," I fire. "You're not," "I am, ". "I am,". "You aren't,". "I am," "You are not. Simple and short." He says. "Then why are you blushing?" "What?. Blacks don't blush." He laughs. I do too. It comes up so easily that I am afraid. I am afraid to trust this happiness that comes so easy. It's surely a trick of fate. A trick I am falling for with my eyes wide open.

"Look at your reflection in my eyes and you'd know just how comely you are." "I believe you." My voice wobbled and I shifted my gaze. "You're lying again." He chuckled and shook his head. "See." He pointed to the tip of my ears and showed me his phone camera. I gaped when I saw it was real! There should be a story about the girl whose ears turned red whenever she lied. "But how does this happen?" I thumbed my ears. "You probably get nervous or something. It's just like blushing and getting a red face." He smiled from eye to eye. "You're rare."

I got up from the bed quietly and rushed to the bathroom. Why is my face so red? Am I blushing? Argh! I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror in front of me. I slammed my face with both of my hands while asking myself why are you being so obvious? Something is beating faster. I placed my hand on my chest and felt my heart beating so fast. You're not a teenager to react like this. Stop it! I slammed my hands on the sink and shouted, "I'm a grown up woman and I should behave like one."

“The shower of course, I need to clean up my wife after making her do some exercise” I was so shy and ended up hiding my face between his chest, “Come on Angel, you don't have to blush, it's just the two of us” I playfully hit his chest, “Ouch….that hurt” He faked, “It's exactly because of you that's why I'm blushing”

I spoke quickly. "Y-yes," I grumbled, "I'm sure of it. I'm not blushing. It's hot here, so my face turns into red." He laughs louder. I gave him a frown. ''I don't believe you, sweetie," he said. "You're not telling the truth to me. You're blushing and you can't deny it to me. I know what it means, especially when a woman is blushing in front of a man. If I were you, I would tell the truth, so we could be done with this and maybe we can talk about other things.''

"I can't?" My cheeks flush with color, shades of pink and red pouring out onto my face, all for him to enjoy. It gives me away, well, the blushing and the nervousness that I am making very clear. I can't even stand right—my fingers messing with the hem of my shirt is not helping. "You. . . You can't." "Are you going to try and run away? Should I take your keys again?" He plays along, enjoying this very much. I blush even harder, my hands swiping at my face as if that will take it away. What would a normal girl do? What would she say? My mind is running blank. "What does this mean?"

“That is the face of an extremely dependable guy” Oh. Oh wow. That was a compliment. I can feel the blood rush into my face. I really don’t do compliments. “Are you blushing Sorahiko?!”. Saeko shouts, sounding like an excited schoolgirl. I bring up my hands to cover my face, she tries to grab them, I smack her hand away. Damn it! I hate blushing. It’s embarrassing. “You’re blushing? You’re blushing aren’t you?!”. She keeps trying to pull my hand away. Stay away wench.