Nami Blushing Novels & Stories

I said. “Obviously.” “I’m not going to look at you.” “You’re looking at me right now.” “This is different.” “How?” “Because right now there aren’t NHL scouts and cameras and your entire future career between us.” “There’s three hours of highway between us and you’re still blushing.” “I’m not blushing.” “Your chest is red.” I looked down. The flush had spread from my neck across my collarbones, visible above the neckline of my oversized T-shirt. “That’s — a temperature thing.”

I heard Namiro sighed deeply. Namiro burst into my room, her face red with anger. "That fucking bitch isn't on the database, she's got a good game!" she spat, her eyes blazing with fury. I raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her intensity. "Okay, calm down, you look like you're about to kill someone," I teased, trying to lighten the mood. Namiro glared at me, but then burst out laughing, her mood shifting suddenly. "Fucking bipolar," I thought to myself.