Try To Make Me Blush Novels & Stories

"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."

i said hiding my face that was turning red "oh really? Because that blush creeping up on your face tells me something else" he said still smirking. What the hell is happening to me this guy has me blushing like a shy teen-ager I thought to myself. "Oh please don't flatter yourself am not blushing" I replied trying to sound unaffected by his voice that was sending shivers down my spine. "Is that so?" he asked taking a step closer to me "That's right" I said taking one step back.

I said looking back at the love birds. After I finished showering, I wore a new white top with tin strips, gray pants, and an oversized gray jacket. When I got out of the bathroom I looked if Amber was there or not, it looked like she was texting someone her smile was so big, and she was also blushing that human being never blushes, I swear! "Oh God, my best friend has the 'blush whenever Mr. Boyfriend texts / the most cliché thing ever' virus," I said acting shocked and teasingly

" Is it?? Lick it off... " " What??? " " I said, lick it off... " I said and winked at her. She was shocked at my words and I loved her expression. She was almost as red as a red rose. I started laughing. I just shook my head and said, " Relax, I was just teasing you. It has become my favourite timepass, somehow I love to see this beautiful colour on your face when you blush. Though, you can lick it off, if you want to. "

he chuckled and quickly glanced down to wipe his eyes with his cheeks reddening slightly. I need someone to pinch me right this instant. Am I dreaming or is the bad boy really blushing right now?

I said in a hushed voice. He nodded with a smile, "And you are blushing. I like it. I like it when my guys blush.” Gosh! What the hell has gotten over me? I have a boyfriend who I am trying to make up with, and here I am, blushing over someone's compliment. Mike would be so angry at me if he found out. I better leave before I regret my actions. “Erm, I have to go,” I said and reached out for my phone, which was lying on the table.

They're family and I loved them as such. Next class is as boring as the first one, I keep on trying to copy Cindy but she wouldn't let me. So I kept annoying her about the guy she said she liked. Cindy doesn't even want to tell the name of guy she likes yet because for now they were just talking as friends. I can make her blush so easily. She's always blushing, when she's embarrassed, shy, angry. Always! She got tired and finally allowed me to copy her which I refused because I had already finished it .

I ignored my subconscious's voice by covering my ear and closing my eyes. "Amber, how are you doing?" I opened my eyes to see Mr. Rayon's voice. "Yes, everything is perfect." I answered him with a fake smile. "Why is your face turning so red like a tomato? Do you have an allergy to the makeup product?" His voice reflects concern for me. "Red?" I examined my reflection in the mirror. Oh god, why am I blushing like a stupid teenager? I must restrain my lustful thoughts. "Mr. Rayon, maybe I turn red because of the heat?" I can't find any other better lie to tell him.

“I’m going to make you come in front of all these men.” I purse my lips, feeling my face beginning to heat a bit. Stay cool, I tell myself. Think of something non-sexual. Like a banana. Fuck, no, that doesn’t work. A cherry? Forget fruits, how about — Leo interrupts my inner monologue. “How cute. You’re already starting to blush, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” I furrow my brows. “No I’m not.” “Don’t worry sweetheart. It’s only a matter of time before your face will be bright red, and you’ll be screaming my name.”

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?