Novel & Cerita Flustered In A Good Way

"Vennesa" "Ha!" I quickly responded, turning towards them. I saw Flora with a worried expression looking at me, not only her, everyone on the dining table was looking at me with a worried expression. I smiled at them hoping that they would change their expression, but none did. I dropped my smile and nervously pulled the chair out and sat down on it. Everyone was watching my every move, and it was awkward. I quietly sat down on my chair and took my plate. "Are you okay?" Flora asked, "Yes, I'm absolutely fine," I said in a cheerful way.

She can feel the effect of the whisky she drank earlier. She drank until she wasn't in her normal state. Lisa hardly walked straight. She went to the dance floor to dance. She saw a familiar body dancing also on the dance floor. It was Jennie, looks like both of them are totally drunk. ' Irene must've been sleeping now in her room' Lisa thought and went near the small bunny who also wasn't in her normal state either. The two danced and enjoyed dancing without realizing that they are dancing with the person they hate. A few minutes later while still dancing. Things started to get hot when Lisa held Jennie's waist and pulled Jennie close to her. Lisa felt Jennie's ass grinding her member and i

“You are very pretty when you are flustered.” I froze. My heart thudded once loud, heavy, traitorous. “I—” "Don't," he said quietly. "Don't try to deny it again. You will begin blushing and I will be forced to show it.” I groaned. “You are enjoying it too much.” "Maybe," he said, smirking. “It has been the first time I've seen you speechless.” I narrowed my eyes. "I'm not speechless.” “Really?” “Yes.”

I stuttered, feeling flushed all over my shoulders and face. Grace looked startled too, but part of her shock was probably because she knew me very well. And I frankly never apologized for anything, not to talk of something as flimsy as this. She rose an eyebrow at me and said, "why were you in such a hurry though? I'm not upset." Act cool, Luca. You're never like this. You're Luca fucking Nicholas and you couldn't be all flustered because of some mere girl. She's not even your ideal type, right?

I blurt before I can stop myself: “Maybe I feel it too.” His eyes widen just for a fraction of a second but I see it. Something dangerously close to triumph and then I inhale briefly, panic flooding in. “I mean—” I stumble over the words, desperate to redirect. “I mean maybe I feel… annoyed, or overwhelmed, or pressured! Yes, that’s it. Pressured!”

His heart is thundering inside his chest, his breath is in a messy state and he seems to be burning with embarrassment. ****😉😉****

she said, still laughing. I felt my face go beet red, which hardly ever happened, and I stumbled over my words like a complete fool. "Oh…shit…um…I wasn’t trying…" I stammered, suddenly self-conscious and expecting her to bolt. "Relax, I was just teasing, but watching you flustered is cute, and no, I am not flirting when I say that." "Sorry, I didn’t realize I was doing that," I said as sincerely as possible, my cheeks still burning.

I hear the rustle of a wrapper. Then, “You look happy today.” He says between mouthfuls of the same granola. My hands tighten on the wheel. Happy? No, baby. I’m wrecked. I’m drowning in things I can’t explain to you. I’m ashamed, terrified, confused—but also… something else. Something stupidly close to exhilaration. I paste on a smile as I spare him a glance from the rearview mirror. “Do I?” “Yep. Like when you dance in the kitchen when you think I’m asleep.”

There was the word I was looking for, like. "But, you don't like me. You're straight, you don't even know me that well." I said a little louder then I intended. This boy always manages me to get a bit flustered somehow, he always manages to make me lose my composure. I don't understand what's he doing to me.

But the sudden rush of nerves betrayed me—I nearly choked, the cool liquid catching in my throat as I struggled to recover gracefully. Max raised a brow, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. His subtle smirk only deepened my flustered state. I gripped the edge of the table, wishing for the ground to swallow me whole. Why did he have such a knack for throwing me off balance with just a few carefully chosen words? “I-I didn’t mean it like that,” I muttered, my voice faltering. The words tumbled from my lips in a desperate attempt to clarify my unintended implication.