Blushing Reaction Novels & Stories

She brushed her hair from her face and stood shakily up to the sink where she rinsed the sour taste from her mouth and followed his face. Panting. No. He groaned and covered his lips with his hand. He looked around and luckily the bathroom was empty. That floor was made up mostly of men so it was normal for it to be deserted. He splashed water on his face again and when he looked at himself in the mirror, there, on his cheeks, there was a marked blush. -It can't be what I'm thinking- She felt her body temperature rise and that caused her discomfort. She was not used to her body reacting like this and the senses of pain were beginning to ignite.

My hand flew to my face like I had done earlier and palmed my cheeks and true, they were pretty warm. Jesus Christ, what has gotten into me? I don't blush but here I was. Realizing I was caught, I duck my head chuckling and tried to play it cool but instead I could feel the damn heat intensifying on my face. Goddamn It, what was happening to me? This was some unusual reaction for me and I probably looked ridiculous with beetroot for a face. I groaned childishly ,rubbing my face in my hands. Fuck, this was so fucking embarrassing. It really felt extremely weird, I mean I was feeling weird but the somersaults in my stomach and the stupid grin on my face that wouldn't go way, indicated how much

He bluntly says and I grit my teeth. "I blush whenever I see a naked man, it's not the first time." It isn't a complete lie, I've always blushed whenever I see someone in their naked glory so it isn't a new thing going red, although the reason I'm blushing now is different. "Put something In, Mr Gate, some people love to have their sanity in check you know."

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.

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.

She didn't know when she began to blush and when she realized it, she looked away with her hands pressing deep into her cheeks. “You look cute when you're blushing….” Rex flattered her further, that her cheeks began to burn due to how red they had become. Bella's heart skipped two beats when she glanced at him and his gaze was widely staring at her with his lips still beaming with smile. What was happening to her? Why was her entire body reacting this way? Yes! She admitted she had feelings for him, and she expected them to vanish into thin air, just the way they came.

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. "

he whispered softly but enough to mesmerize the whole me. I could feel my cheeks turn red and heat up. I'm blushing. He's close to me and he's staring too much! "Ugliness. That's being spread all over your face." Dang it?!

My skin prickled under his gaze. “Are you… blushing?” His voice held a note of amazement, his eyes dancing with something tender. I looked away, heart racing. “Does it matter?” He chuckled and leaned in, tilting my chin up with his fingers, forcing me to look into those eyes that always left me weak. “Not that I mind,” he said softly. “I love it—knowing I get this reaction every time.” Embarrassment swept over me. I playfully slapped his hand away, but he was right—I did blush every time. How could I not?

I ask him with the intention of taking my mind off certain someone who is still so much focused on me. "You really wanna talk to me?" He questioned, surprised. A hint of red crept on his cheeks and it took me almost a minute to figure out that he was actually blushing. "Oh my god! Are you blushing?" I exclaimed in horror and amusement, covering my mouth with both my palms gaping at him. "Shut up." He scolded and turned in his chair to avoid letting me look at his cheeks. He looks adorable when shy. Blake has slightly pale skin that makes it easy for me to figure out when he is blushing and believe me when I say so, I never ever saw him blushing before. Like never!