Embarrassment Inside Novels & Stories

Luke doesn’t look away, and time must be ticking on, stretching out to make this moment longer than it needs to be, but I don’t think either of us feel it. All I can feel is embarrassment. It’s like a bucket of cold water to the face. I was trying to get these men out of my system. A moment of indulging in this before I shoved it away, hopefully forever. I definitely didn’t want any of them to know that I felt like this. That I was desperate and pent up and horny enough to do this. My mouth opens, like there’s anything I can say to make this less awkward, and then closes again. Because what can I say? Sorry? I didn’t mean for you to see me like this? I think that’s pretty obvious as it is.

CAMILLA I was mad. Not the dramatic, stomp-my-feet kind of mad. The quiet, simmering kind that sits heavy in your chest and makes you want to crawl under the covers and disappear for a few hours. Mad at myself, mostly. How could I embarrass myself like that?

I craved more, yearning for his complete presence. "Am I the one at fault?" I asked, a twinge of insecurity in my chest as I pulled the sheet over my body. I was totally out of breath and couldn't seem to pull myself together. Embarrassment washed over me. "Sorry about that." My words were jumbled, coming out in a disjointed mess that barely made sense.

My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of anger and embarrassment bubbling up inside me. The waitress’s expectant gaze made me feel small, like a child caught in a lie. The cheerful din of the café faded into the background, replaced by the thudding of my own heartbeat in my ears. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, my embarrassment turning into a flush that spread across my face. “I said make the payment for your food that you ate so we can go,” Joshua bawled, his voice reverberating through the café and stressing every word of “the food that you ate.” The emphasis was a deliberate jab, each syllable a dagger meant to embarrass me further.

All eyes were on us, astonishment was written on every people’s face inside this building. What’s gotten into me to be into this kind of embarrassment? Ugh!

The shame rises from my chest to my head. I take another deep meditative breath. I can do this. I am in control. I will regain control. My heart is racing with embarrassment and shame. I reach down to adjust myself in my boxers and realize I'm rock hard and leaking precum. Fuck. Okay. I'll rub one out. That'll help too.

I stammered, my voice betraying my discomfort. Feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment, I hastily turned away from him, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze any longer. I hurried towards the pantry, my heart pounding erratically in my chest. What had I been thinking, entertaining such thoughts? I must be completely out of my mind! As I reached the pantry, I leaned against the cool shelves, trying to steady my breathing and calm my racing heart. My face still burned with embarrassment, and I couldn't shake the feeling of foolishness that washed over me.

I feel embarrassed without any reason. “I-I am H-homber Lewis V-verdetto” I said in stutter. “Lewis. Calm down. Focus” Ma’am Jessa advised. I sighed deeply and clear my thoughts. Fuck. Why he suddenly enter inside? He may be my distraction. “I am Homber Lewis Verdetto, A HUMSS student from section B. Here’s my presentation” I showed them the scrapbook I am holding. Frankly speaking, the reason why I said I feel embarrassed earlier is that the contents I put inside are my 10th-grade memories. In short, Gio has photos here and yeah, I included our photos together.

I feel cold inside of me. He finally believes I am a liability. If he truly shut his doors to me while welcoming her inside…Then perhaps I have been foolish in more ways than one. My head still throbs so hard that I just want to lay on my bed and don't come out till eternity. I glance once more at the closed study doors.He doesn’t want to see anyone. Fine. I lift my chin, for the first time since waking, my embarrassment begins to go away, replaced by something far more dangerous.

My chest rises and falls in uneven bursts. I’ve had enough. I’m already having a difficult night as it is, and now this stranger thinks it’s acceptable to humiliate me? I wonder what goes through people’s minds—that because they’re rich, they can treat others however they please? Not tonight. Tonight she gets to taste her own poison, to know how it feels to be embarrassed in front of a room full of eyes. If anything, we’ll be twinning in disgrace. The murmurs return, filling the room like a low tide.