Eren Blushing Novels & Stories

he insists. "I am your saving grace whether you like it or not.". "You are not.". "I am," I fire. "You're not," "I am, ". "I am,". "You aren't,". "I am," "You are not. Simple and short." He says. "Then why are you blushing?" "What?. Blacks don't blush." He laughs. I do too. It comes up so easily that I am afraid. I am afraid to trust this happiness that comes so easy. It's surely a trick of fate. A trick I am falling for with my eyes wide open.

I just wanted to sleep and I remembered passing out immediately after reaching my climax. The pleasure was just too much and it was more that I could take and it made me feel so fucking weak but at the same time I wouldn't say that I didn't enjoy it it was the best experience of my life. " Are you blushing?," Nelly asked me, my cheeks became heated up and red like a tomato but it was making me so shy that I didn't even know how to react to all that was happening right in front of me. " You're blushing," she said and I tried hiding my face. I was also flushing out from pure embarrassment. Did she really have to point it out? It made me so embarrassed and at the same time a little annoyed.

My cheeks flushed and hurt so hard as blood surged into everywhere he touched. It was like something inside me was coming alive. I reacted reflexively and pushed back on his chest to free myself. Surprisingly, he let go. I staggered back before regaining my balance. He gave me a warm charming smile. I averted my gaze again as my cheeks hurt. Why was I blushing? I cleared my throat nosily once again. The hall suddenly felt hot and I fanned myself with both hands and blew air out of my mouth. “If what you say is true –”

I spoke quickly. "Y-yes," I grumbled, "I'm sure of it. I'm not blushing. It's hot here, so my face turns into red." He laughs louder. I gave him a frown. ''I don't believe you, sweetie," he said. "You're not telling the truth to me. You're blushing and you can't deny it to me. I know what it means, especially when a woman is blushing in front of a man. If I were you, I would tell the truth, so we could be done with this and maybe we can talk about other things.''

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?"

She said gently. "W–what… what do you mean by… what are you talking about?" I stuttered, tucking a few strands of my ear that dangled in front of my face to the back of my ear. "I have noticed you blushing for a while now. What is the problem?" She forced out through gritted teeth. "W-what… blushing? Who's blushing… I wasn't blushing… you were blushing." I cackled nervously and started fiddling with different things that I got the chance to touch.

I start to ask but stop just as quickly as my brows shoot up, eyes widen and heat rushes to my face. I realize I said that out loud. "Uh...we should head up" I mutter quickly, face red as tomato as I avert my gaze and walk quickly toward the ladder. I blushed- this is probably normal for most girls but not me, I never blush. Believe me, Beth and I tried so many things(including cases of embarrassment) to make me blush but I'm still, Danny, the girl who's never blushed and tonight, I did. The thought is overwhelming. Am I becoming more normal? Or is it the Jamie effect Brit told me about?

I whisper, not knowing why I explain it to her. Her eyes shiver at me with a lovely smile curving across her face. It makes me smile too. She looks away nervously, this time not in anger. But I can see her cheeks turning red as she purses her lips to hide the blush. If I have ever known a woman at least a percent, I can clearly say she's blushing and she looks even more beautiful while blushing like this. What's happening to me suddenly? Why am I literally feeling this way for Emily?

Seeing her still applying blush while going in and out to pick clothes, he asked, "What's that red thing in your hand?" "Blush, to add some color," Eranthe replied. Colin thought for a moment, his face turning unpleasant, "So when you see me blushing, it's all because of blush?" Eranthe was initially stunned, then almost burst into tears of laughter when she realized, "Huh? Do you think I walk around blushing every day in a shy state?" Colin picked up his forks, "Let's eat!" Eranthe sat down with a smile, her eyes constantly glancing towards him.

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.