Red Blush Face Novels & Stories

Her skin glowed with a natural radiance, enhanced by a subtle hint of blush and a rosy lip color that accentuated her features flawlessly. As Eva turned to look at me, a wave of nervousness washed over me. I gulped, feeling the weight of her gaze upon me. I didn't want her to think I was tripping over my feet, so I quickly averted my eyes, hoping to regain my composure. It was a challenge, though, as her beauty continued to captivate me.

"Woman, that act was a move saying you are trying to seduce me; damn!" My brows crossed as I slapped his bare, hard chest. "Seems like you're reversing me again, mister." "Am I?" He laughed as he put his warm palm on his cheeks. "Blushing makes you hotter. I love it." My heart thundered harder as if there was a storm on my chest. I felt like losing my breath while his golden eyes were hypnotizing me. "I put blush on. It's makeup. Thank you for the compliment anyway." "Funny it turns redder every second."

“It's nothing like that sweet…one that night” I turned to him, our faces were near. His green ones locked with mine. I gulped my saliva. “I have to wear it because…” “No need to explain,” He cuts me off. “Okay…” I turned away. The heat in my cheeks increased. Why am I blushing? I held my face. “Your face is red” he said, “I…it just…,” “Do you blush like that around others?” He questioned, and I turned to him. “What?...no…”

Her skin is bare of makeup except for a thin sheen of perspiration from the dancing, and it makes her literally glow, catching the afternoon sun like she's made of something more precious than flesh and bone. Color floods her cheeks immediately. I watch, fascinated, as the blush spreads from the apples of her cheeks upward across her cheekbones, even reaching the delicate tips of her ears which turn a charming shade of pink that reminds me of roses just beginning to open. "Don't," she says. "Don't what?" "Don't talk like that." Her eyes threaten to slide away from mine, but I hold her gaze with the intensity of my own, refusing to let her retreat. "Why not?" "You know why."

I don't know we are good looking for each other I don't know even I didn't think ever. But the way, we are looking in the mirror, it was perfect. I touched his cheeks. His little beard itched my soft fingers. "This is the beard, which was itching you while making love," He breathed and his warm exhaling touched my neck. 'Making love' caused me a blush. I saw the blush for the first time. Is it called the blush? "You are in red Saree and I'm in a white shirt and black jeans," He pecked on my shoulder informing me and a shudder passed through my body.

So when he asked me to join his party tonight, I figured it would be my chance to jump out of the friend zone before it was too late. I had to tell him my feelings tonight. Now, standing in the restroom of the bar where the party was being held, I studied my reflection in the mirror. The low fluorescent lighting was still too bright. I was suddenly very aware of every flaw on my face, from my freckled nose to the zit on my forehead that seemed to show up out of nowhere. My fingers fumbled through my purse until I felt the smooth plastic tube of blush. I pulled it out and ran it across each side of my face. The subtle shade of pink made me look shy, I thought. Maybe even a little innocent?

I giggled, sounding like the schoolgirl with a crush that I evidently still was. Ben shrugged. “I’ll tell you what’s impossible: how beautiful you’ve become since I left. Inside and out.” “You’re only making it worse,” I said, feeling like my cheeks were on fire. “You’re cute when you blush.” “Did you know that when you blush, your stomach lining also turns red?” When I said it, I felt like a complete idiot. “I bet you didn’t come here to hear arbitrary medical facts.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “That’s exactly why I came here,” Ben said. When I didn’t open my eyes, he nudged my knee with his under the table. “Seriously, you can never have too many arbitrary medical facts.”

He had no other option than to let me hug him till I was satisfied. I slowly disentangled from him and stared at his face. As much as his left cheek was scorched, the blood vessels in the fresh side of his face were redder like the colour of a ripe raspberry. He looked away shyly and I smiled at how cute he was. "You are blushing," I teased. "Blush..blush?" he scoffed "Not me" he shakes his head negatively. "Admit it, big man. You were blushing!" I increased my voice and Abel quickly covered my mouth with his hand.

A light pink blush made my pale skin glow, and a vibrant red lip completed the look in the most impeccable way. I stared at myself for a long moment, taking in every dazzling aspect of myself. The mark on my shoulder sat openly for all to see. I turned around and the fresh mark on my back was circled by a red ring of irritated flesh, but also sat in an uninterrupted view of anyone who wanted to see it.

A slow, admiring smile curled on her lips as she eyed me from head to toe. “Your face looks kind of pale, though. Just put some light makeup on, and you're ready to go.” Cassandra said, and when I surveyed my face closely in her vanity mirror, I realized she was right. I borrowed Cassandra's lipstick and applied it to my lips. Even after lightly applying it, the finished look still seemed too intense for me. So I rubbed my lips with my forefinger to lighten the color until I was satisfied with the result. Afterwards, I pressed my stained fingers on my cheeks to create a blush to conceal my paleness.