Blushing Lines Novels & Stories

His eyes were closed, his face completely red, and I reached forward to run a single finger along his cheekbone, "Why are you blushing so much?" He shrugged lightly and pulled the fabric of his mask down just a little to expose half of his mouth and his jawline, giving himself a chance to hide his blush properly. A few seconds later, his eyes flashed open again, staring at me intensely. "What is it?" My voice was hushed, my cheeks flushed pink. I leaned closer to him, trying to get an answer from him. His lips twitched ever so slightly as his eyes darted between my lips and mine, not saying anything.

“The point is I can’t walk around naked…” “Who cares about your nudity?”, she asked appalled. “Well if that red tint on your cheeks is any indication, I’d say you, you’re blushing and you do care” “What?, What? What is even your problem?”, She questioned in a high-pitched voice. “More blush”, he pointed to her cheeks. “That is anger blush not wanting to see you nude blush or whatever…” “Wanting?”, he questioned, “That’s new, you know love, all you need do is ask simply and I’ll be willing to indulge…”, he said smugly.

Cyrus replied confidently, "Yes, it's eyeshadow." "Wrong." Cyrus gave her another ten envelopes of money. She said, "This is a blush" George frowned. "It's obvious that there is also yellow in it." Sigrid explained quickly, "The yellow color is an orange shade of blush. There are also purple and light pink. However, they are all known as blush." George was speechless. Women were so troublesome. They were clearly yellow, purple and light pink. However, they only said that all of it was blush! What happened to the other three colors that got ignored? Why weren't those three colors included as well? It was so unfair!

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.

However, she was not just blushing on her face but had red ears, too. The little girl was blushing so much. Did she think he could not see it, or did she consider him easy to fool? Chris curved his lips slightly and went back to work.

Mia grabbed on tighter at his hair as she started emitting a bluish liquid, all around the place. " Mia what's happening? " Lin asked letting her go for a moment. Mia pulled him back to the spot he was working on and said, "I don't know. Just carry on like I say. " Lin needed no reminding anymore. Their warm bodies, intertwined in each other, pumping with a silent beat. As the glow around Mia kept radiating Mia noticed, something of a crimson hue, behind Lin's end. Mia peaked over Lin's shoulder as she kept holding his butt in her hand. A faint, crimson hue had formed something behind Lin, that looked very much like a tail. Mia smiled as she pulled him harder back on herself.

he said again, like it was normal. I felt heat rush to my face before I could stop it. I quickly looked down, pretending to focus on the food. Why am I blushing? “This looks very good,” I said. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome. Now eat,” he said with a small smile. I nodded quickly, reaching for the spoon but the moment I tried to move my right hand, the IV line tugged slightly, making me wince. “Ouch!” I paused. This… was going to be difficult.

Chelsea said, smiling, her eyes beaming with excitement. Blush crept up to my cheeks as I tried to rub the back of my neck, but Chelsea's eyes caught the pink hue on my cheeks. How could I even think that it would miss Chelsea's eyes when she is always alert? “See see..." She squealed, pointing her fingers at me. “Look, you are blushing, sweet," Chelsea said grinning and I frowned instantly, trying to compose my expression. “What makes you think that I am blushing because of that, Chelsea? I won't hesitate to beat you if you keep tugging at my patience" I warned.

“Define okay.” They both laughed quietly, and for a heartbeat, everything felt normal two college students, wrapped up in a morning that didn’t care about systems, secrets, or hidden agendas. Then Adam’s hand brushed her collarbone, tracing the faint, silver thread like marks that still lingered on her skin. He frowned. “Those weren’t there before.” She looked down. The lines shimmered faintly in the light, like veins of liquid glass. “They’re fading,” she said. “It’s just… residue. From whatever happened.”

"Your blushing beautiful face just told me so." Claire patted her cheeks. She is no longer a teenager to blush. But she couldn't help feeling the heat in her cheeks. She's like that when she's guilty. She's a bit shy and feels awkward. So, what can she do? That is one of her hidden characteristics.