Flustered In A Good Way Novels & Stories

I say ,the frustration at this point is frustrating and at this point me think about how frustrating my frustration is ,is making me more frustrated and the fact that I have said the word frustration more than twice is totally annoying and nerve-wracking because if I say that word one more time I might actually shoot myself in the head with a gun . "Isn't it frustrating?"Mia asks, which makes me frustrated because I was just thinking about how frustrating it actually is . “Don't you think I fucking know that " I say with gritted teeth which makes Mia raise her eyebrow in confusion , I raise my hand to her face signaling her to stay quiet, I take deep breaths three times before opening my eye

She trails off, unable to find the right words. “Really?” What the hell were they doing if they weren’t pleasing her? Their loss. She was my Queen now and I will make her come over and over. A blush creeps up her neck and cheeks as she continues to stare at me. She flaps the shirt a little as if that would help cool down her embarrassment. She is so beautiful when she’s flustered. “Go change.” I order. Trying so hard to ignore my throbbing cock.

And, well, if I was his girlfriend, wouldn’t I be responding angrily to her here? Ah…this time I’m the one not keeping up my side of things. Flustered, I call out the first thing that comes to mind. Because I’m put on the spot, it comes out much harsher than I intended. “I-I wish th-the fuck you w-w-would!” Several people jump, the one’s closest to me bearing holes into my back with their stares. After a moment of silence, Alex whistles. Then he shrugs helplessly, seeming utterly relaxed.

I murmured lightly, watching him with soft lashes, "for someone who acts so calm and collected all the time, you fluster so easily." Dante blinked. Once. Dangerous. Controlled. No smile this time. "Flustered?" he echoed, voice low, sharp like a blade wrapped in velvet. "That's what you think this is?" I gave him the sweetest smile I could, tipping my head innocently to the side. "What else would it be? You said you wouldn't touch me again unless I beg... that sounds like someone fighting for control. Someone..." I lifted my water glass, letting condensation slide down my fingers, tracing the wet trail with slow, lazy touches. "...who's already losing."

So itchy, so sensitive, so strange. Everything that just happened left him flustered to the point of having trouble forming words. And as a person gentle by nature, who never employed aggressive or violent means of communication, he didn’t know how to properly convey his current outrage. Therefore, in a huff, he retaliated with the only thing that came to mind – irately splashing water towards Levi’s face.

You are doing great Kelly. Lucas laughed even louder. As if he could hear my thoughts. Agh. He did not notice I am so flustered right now, right? And why the heck I would be flustered when he was the one who said those cringy words?! Why am I always the one who lost when this kind of ambiguous conversation popped up? Aghhh.

My heart skipped a beat as I struggled to keep my composure. "Friends?" I said, the word slipping out as a playful tease. He chuckled—a deep, sexy sound that sent a blush creeping up my neck. "Friends with benefits, huh?" he said, his tone laced with mischief. Embarrassed, I slapped my palms over my face, hiding my flushed cheeks. But Anton wasn’t having it. He gently pulled my hands away, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he chuckled again. "You’re adorable when you’re flustered," he murmured.

I could not think of a single reasonable excuse. I simply stared back at him, feeling very flustered.

“Hmm. Sure. You don’t have to tell me. I can tell when someone’s flustered.” I froze, cheeks flaming. “I’m not flustered!” I insisted, though my wobbling stance and quickened heartbeat betrayed me. Gavin chuckled softly, a sound that made my stomach do that weird flutter again. “Right. Not flustered at all,” he said, letting the teasing linger in the silence. I fumbled with a glass, trying to pour water without spilling, hands shaking slightly. “I—I need to drink more water,” I muttered, taking a long sip to hide the heat rising in my face.

He said and I looked at him, and he blushed. "I don't mean it like that. I mean you look hot, I mean you look good, I mean you look sick like you don't feel well." He said, his face only becoming redder as he stumbled over his words, and I smile and chuckle. He scratches the back of his neck nervously, "Yeah, I'm making a fool of myself here, aren't I?" He said and I shook my head, smiling. "No, you're not, you're kind of cute when you're flustered," I said, and his face turned even redder than it was before, and I felt my heart skip a beat.