Flustered In A Good Way Novels & Stories

But suddenly holds up her hand in front of me, silencing my next words. “So why were you flustered looking like that?”, she tilts her head. “Uhh..well..he l—lost his..uh..phone. I was helping him to search for it”, I stutter, pausing in between my words. “Uhuh? With your buttons undone?” “I felt hot, geez”, I retort, my hardened gaze fixed on her. Sheesh, she’s starting to get on my nerves. “That’s funny. Because when I entered, I could swear that my teeth were clattering”

Some might even say I took steps to avoid him, and they won’t be liars. And now here he was, standing right in front of me, looking down at me with that handsome, apologetic smile. Wait, what? I scrambled to my feet, my cheeks flushing. “N-o, it’s okay, I was just walking,” I stuttered. As soon as those words left my mouth, my mind filled with disbelief. What the hell was wrong with me? Why was I getting flustered in front of him? I never got flustered! “Um, yes, I noticed that,” Adam replied. “And I bumped into you, making you fall. So, sorry.”

“What do you mean by that?” “Nothing,” I replied, smirking. “No need to get flustered.” “Flustered? Me?” She scoffed, trying to play it cool, but the color in her cheeks betrayed her. “Yes, you,” I stated, enjoying the moment. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.” What the fuck am I doing?

She’s excited and looks cute when she’s flustered. I resist a smile. I did the right thing to ask her.

he says. "I like to get dirty sometimes." It's only when Grumpy halts what he is doing and turns a dark, indecipherable expression towards me do I realize how wrongly worded my sentence is. I don't bother correcting myself. Anything I say will be a disaster. My words tumble over each other and my tongue curls when I'm flustered and nervous. Right now, I can feel both happening intensely.

He grinned, enjoying watching her fluster. Lena spun back, eyes wide, her breath uneven. “A mess? Me? You’re the one who’s full of it,” she retorted, her voice rising, flustered and loud. “I don’t like you, I can hardly stand you half the time! You’re just just” She gestured wildly, words failing her, her cheeks visibly pink now.

Jesse opened his mouth to speak, but the well-rehearsed words seemed to evaporate from his mind. He hesitated, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up his neck. He scratched the back of his head, looking awkward in a kind of cute way. He could command a boardroom, but he couldn't master a simple confession? "Sorry," he muttered, looking utterly flustered. "I’m not really good at this." He muttered again as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper.

he adds, voice dipping so low I nearly ascend. I grab the dashboard dramatically. “STOP! STOP TALKING LIKE YOU’RE IN A CONFESSION SCENE!” “I’m not confessing.” “YOU SOUND LIKE YOU ARE.” “I’m explaining.” “NO YOU ARE DOING… WHATEVER THIS IS—THIS—ROMANTIC MENACE THING—” “You’re overreacting.” “You’re OVER-DOING IT.” Silence. Then he murmurs, “You’re cute when you're flustered.” I SCREAM.

He stammered, shuffling slightly. In an instant, the air shifted. Gone was the domineering visage. He looked more unsure. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to block away those feelings. How dare he act like this? Say those words so sincerely and act so awkward? No. I had to get my head straight. Snapping up, I forced a smile. “If that's all you're here to tell me, then it's best I leave. I have other places to be,” I said. Using his flustered nature for an evasion.

I’m mortified by the avalanche of thoughts cascading through my mind, yet they keep on going. “That doesn’t…I mean, you can’t just…” I try to clap back, but all I can manage are broken sentences. I see Azadou fighting back a smirk that only makes me more flustered. “Stop trying to distract me,” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest. “This was about you thinking it’s asinine not to want to argue.”