Embarrassment Inside Novels & Stories

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 had never felt more embarrassed in my life. ****

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!

I half-shouted, my voice cracking slightly, brows furrowed in both embarrassment and displeasure. I expected him to glance away, maybe even offer some respect for my frantic plea. But no—he tilted his head to the right instead, raising a single brow with the kind of infuriating calm that made my stomach twist. The sight of it was enough to make me choke on air. How could he make me feel this embarrassed without even trying? Worse? My pants were neatly hung inside the closet, exposed like a secret I didn’t mean to reveal. The thought of him seeing them—seeing that—made my skin prickle with heat.

Without a second thought, I yanked my hand from him. “Y… you’ve gone crazy. I’m not doing that,” I blurted out, my eyes narrowing in disbelief. I could hear my heart pounding—I was sure they could too. The heat beneath my thighs was something I couldn’t even explain. I had been soaking wet beneath there from the moment I stepped foot inside this room. It was so embarrassing, and I'm so ashamed of myself. Axel’s shameless voice cut in instantly. “You don’t miss it, Doctor? ” Miss what? Must he make everything so truthful and uncomfortable?

I lean against the wall, chest heaving, heart pounding way too loud, like it’s trying to embarrass me even more. Then I lower my eyes and spot the bulge in my trousers, embarrassment and desire twisting inside me. Shit.

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.