Don't Make Me Blush Crossword Novels & Stories

“Okay, I need to ask you some questions, and I need you to just breathe and talk to me, and not be embarrassed or worry about anything. It’s just you and me, no one else. Have you ever been with a man or had sex when you made the decision and it was consensual and all of that?” Her eyes are huge and she swallows, and then she doesn’t say anything but she just shakes her head no, so I take a deep breath and go on, “Okay, another question, and as I said please don’t get embarrassed or think anything negative about this, but have you ever craved sex or wanted sex, or have you ever been turned on or touched yourself to give yourself pleasure?”

’ He asked, I smiled at the awkwardness in his tone. ‘Thinking about you and playing with myself?’ I said as seriously as possible. His pause of silence made me unable to hold back my laughter. ‘Haha did I make you blush?’ ‘I don’t blush.’ Came his reply, but I could tell he was pouting. ‘But I know how to make you blush.’ ‘Oh, don’t play that with me, blue eyes.’ I said, glad he wasn’t here in person. ‘I'm at Taylor's! You are disturbing me!’

“This wedding is out of a fairytale. I mean—Damon. Wow.” I forced a smile. A small one. Not too wide. My cheeks already felt warm. Don’t blush. “Thanks, Case.” Casey leaned forward, squinting at me with a curious tilt of her head. “Hmm,” she murmured, studying my face. “I think your blush is a bit too much.” “I haven’t applied any blush yet,” the artist said, blinking in confusion. Silence. Casey’s eyes flicked between us. I looked away quickly.

My subconscious mind butted. "No, I..I..don't blush. You sleep. You always annoy me!" I don't blush. Did I? "Oh! Stop lying. You blush. Do you like him?" "No!" I shouted. "What? It will be best if I put these marigold garlands in doorways." Bhau Ji's voice boomed in my ear. I was startled. "N...no..nothing. Nothing! It will look great." I said stammering and ran away.

AFTER A WEEK Jenny and Junnie came to my room later that night. I was in my deep thoughts about what happened earlier with Priam. He was flashing my mind for these days. I blushed a little whenever I remember him Jenny asked-" Are u alright?" I replied with a smile-" Yeah. What would possibly happen to me?" Junnie looked at me with a playful smile and replied-" Well we saw you blushing" I stammered hearing the word "Blushing". I said-" Blu... Blushing? Me? where? When? No!!! I mean Why would I blush?"

“This is your size. Someone specifically picked this out for you.” My face is on fire. “Was it a guy?” Jazz’s eyes light up. “Oh my God, was it a guy?” “No!” “It’s like it’s a guy,” Indie chimed in. “Look at her face!” “It wasn’t—there’s no guy—” “Then why are you blushing?” “I’m not blushing!” “You’re literally the color of a tomato right now.”

The vanity mirror was a vast, silver-backed sheet of crystal that spanned the entire length of the marble wall. In its reflection, I didn't see the Tyrant. I saw a ghost with long blonde hair, eyes like frozen lakes, and a charcoal silk jumpsuit that looked more like a bruise against the blinding white of the room. My heart hadn't just stopped; it had been seized.

The omegas were bustling around, efficiently serving everyone and placing plates of food before them. Lola playfully came to my side and whispered in a teasing tone, "Why are you blushing so much this morning?" "I'm not blushing, Lola," I retorted, my cheeks flushing slightly despite my denial. She grinned mischievously, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "Oh, I know why you're blushing today," she teased, winking at me, which made me gasp. What did she mean? I quickly tried to regain my composure, "Lola, you're imagining things. I'm not blushing!"

I ask as I slump on my office chair. I can no longer get the smell of Reign’s pheromone and in a way, I’m sad. It smelt so pleasant and I just wanted to be around her all day, but I couldn't. “And, why are you blushing?” Miguel asks and I shoot him a confused glance. “Why am I what?” I ask aghast. “Blushing, your cheeks are all red. Where are you from?” “I went to see that murderer and stop saying I’m blushing, the anger…”

I saw another guy on the bus when I got on, blond, athletic, full of his own importance, but in that sexy kind of way, that way that oozed so much confidence you wanted to lick it up. Which I’ve never done, by the way, I’m a virgin after all. As the bus drove off, headed in the direction of my home, I started to wonder. Could a virgin really bring a paper back to life with an expose on polyamory? I might like to find out.