Flustered In A Good Way Novels & Stories

Grace You know that moment when you’re just fucked? And I don’t mean the good kind, I mean the kind where your brain scrambles like a panicked mouse mapping escape routes. Duck left, dodge right, maybe bluff your way out, but every single path ends the same. That was me, right now. Fucked.

The thought of being extra nervous during dinner made me even more nervous and I felt really weird. “Well, for one, you’re sweaty all of a sudden, you’ve been rubbing your palms uncomfortably, you look so pale, you look scared and worried about something, you look like you’ve just seen a ghost and nobody asked if you were nervous or why you were nervous so, spill.” “Um…it’s nothing really, I'm just a little bit flustered, that’s all, nothing much.” I told her with an awkward smile, trying to convince her that I was fine.

I slapped my palm over my face in frustration He was a big ass flirt and words rolled out of his tongue almost too easily, he didn't have to think twice before there was another line at the tip of his tongue

I watched as my thumb traced a lazy circle on his chest. "I don't know why that came out of my mouth," I blurted, voice too quick, too honest. Asher's eyes didn't leave mine. His pupils were blown wide, his expression tight with restraint, his chest rising slow like he was counting his breaths. My stomach did it's usual somersault. "What I mean is..." I tried again, absolutely flustered, "I do. Kind of? Not in a logical way. In a... my-brain-is-on-fire way."

His deep chuckle was sending a fresh flutter of butterflies in my stomach, his eyes sparkled with amusement, entirely unconvinced by my terrible excuse. "So you were moving my hair by tracing my lips and admiring my nose?" "Sh.shut up," I breathed, my voice completely abandoning me. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, feeling entirely exposed and horribly flustered. "And anyway, it’s actually really creepy to pretend to be asleep while someone was watching you," I tried my absolute hardest to sound indignant and defensive, but it failed miserably because my words came out breathless, soft, and completely lacking any real bite.

The words leave my mouth without me even thinking. Once they do, I feel even more stupid. What was that? Am I really trying to sound cool even in this situation? He probably finds it as cheesy as I do. But he chuckles. Laughing, and again, it’s genuine and not forced. He gently sets me on my feet and puts more distance between us. While I still feel heat on my cheeks, most of my anger has long dissipated, leaving me flustered and clueless on what to say or do next.

I only meant…more kissing… and not… I was spared answering by the dash navigator advising us to use an alternate route. Another accident, it seemed. Jester didn’t look at me, or ask if I heard his remark. I kept my gaze straight and my expression serene—if only I had as much control over the blush that has yet to subside. In my experience, it’s usually easier to make yourself blush rather than not. Even I haven’t mastered a trick for that. I was so flustered by what Jester said that I couldn’t say a word to him without second-guessing myself for the remainder of the drive. Thank goodness the apartment was nearby.

"Hello. Would you like to bind with a life-swapping system and be my master? I can serve you well and help you swap out or exchange anything you want." "Get lost!" These systems only did a world of harm and no good!

He repeated, his voice smooth and teasing, yet laced with something more dangerous. I froze, my hands clenching the hem of my dress. My mind screamed at me to say something, anything, but every word felt trapped in my throat. Instead, I felt the heat rush to my face, and I became a flustered mess. "I… I didn't mean it like that!" I finally stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. My hands flew up in a futile attempt to wave away the situation, but they only made me look more awkward.

she asked, her fluster now a confused annoyance. He felt the grin spread across his face, knowing he should stop it, but unable to do so. "You look cute when you're pissed off, that's all." "What..?" She shook her head, her dark hair swishing across her back. "Are you fucking kidding me? You think flirting with me is the best way out of this situation?"