Flustered In A Good Way Novels & Stories

If only I could crack that secret myself. When I’m not drinking, I feel like I either: A. Ramble fluently in ‘doofus’. B. Annoy the living shit out of whoever I’m talking to with chaotic chatter spoken at approximately 100 miles per hour. C. Piss people off with my blunt, impatient nature.

Jenna ran back to the office and closed the bathroom door of the inner suite. She leaned against the door frame and exhaled a long breath. She saw herself in the mirror and realized that she looked flustered. Her face was red, and her chest was pounding like a rabbit. She couldn't help but feel annoyed. She said to herself, "Jenna Murphy, what did you do wrong? Why are you so flustered? Aren't you just going to be laughed at by that b*stard Hansen?"

she stammered; eyes wide. “I like you, you’re interesting.” He smiled. “I don’t think I stuttered.” His smile was sending Mylene to a whirlpool of emotions, her blush worsened, and she felt her tongue unable to move suddenly. What does she say? How does she react? She doesn’t know, it was a nervous wreck.

I stuttered and we began walking once again. I was supposed to be angry about his behaviour, I really was. However, my heart was just racing with excitement right now. I had thought that I only felt like that because I was startled but somehow, I couldn't stop feeling flustered even though we were not so close to each other anymore. That was really strange. What had suddenly come over me? I had been angry with him just a few minutes ago for trying to flirt with me. How come I was no more feeling that way and my anger had not even increased considering that he did something more than flirting moments ago?

The brain really screws up everything. “You don’t love me like that, Sophs, you don’t know what you’re saying. This is stupid, you’re confused.” He’s completely shellshocked, color instantly draining from his face, and all hints of playful are replaced with disbelief. Arrick seems to be handling this almost as badly as I did in Emma’s kitchen. His normally cool and calm composure slips uncontrollably as his voice trembles. He seems like he isn’t sure how he should behave and really struggles to stand at peace. His hands mid-air, grasping at nothing as though looking for words in between us.

My nose flared. I don't know how to act right now, my mind was clouded with stupid unfiltered thoughts and it's draining the fuck of me. I want to leave this bed and take a run down the street, but unfortunately, it's impossible. “Woah woah, calm those raging nerves of yours. I was only asking a question; you don't need to come to bite me in the ass, you honey badger?” “So you're gonna call me a honey badger now, right?" My breaths grew fast, and my heart pounded.

Making her flustered was becoming one of my favorite things to do. Her reaction was priceless. A deep blush spread across her cheeks, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. Making her flustered was becoming one of my favorite things to do. “Oh,” she managed, staring out the window as if that would hide her embarrassment. “Yeah, so buckle up.” —

“No matter how angry you are with her, you should calm down for her.” “I’m really..struggling with this,” I confessed, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach. “I’m not exactly a pro at… You know, the whole people thing.” “You’re doing just fine,” she replied, her voice warm and reassuring. “I just… I don’t talk the way I want to,” I admitted, my frustration palpable. “Sometimes, I feel like I’m stuck, like words are trapped in my head.” I tapped my temple, hoping to illustrate the jumble inside. “It’s like what I'm feeling gets all tangled up.”

“A-Are you serious…?” My voice came out in a whisper, strained and breathless. I pressed the back of my hand against my cheek, trying to calm the heat away, but it only made me more aware of how flustered I was. I glanced at the door on instinct, suddenly hyper-aware of my surroundings. Without thinking, I hurried over and turned the lock with a sharp click. For a moment, I just stood there, back against the door. “This is… insane.” I let out a shaky laugh. “I mean, I already saw and touched the real thing. I even tasted it. So why am I getting flustered over a toy that just looks like it?”

I mutter, trying to calm down my own raging heartbeat at what should be easy affection. "Of course not," he tries to say politely, but he looks equally flustered.