Try To Make Me Blush 소설 & 이야기

'' ''But -- but my fangs came out'' I said then blushed furiously, even as I was mad at myself for being embarrassed. He nodded. ''Yes, your fangs--'' then he shook his head. ''No let's not keep up the pretence about innocence okay, you don't have to keep faking that blush.'' he said and I nodded. how the hell did someone fake a blush? ''Your fangs came out yes,'' he said frowning slightly. ''But that's as far as you can get. Now back to the question I asked, before I change my mind and kill you right here. How many of you are in this school?''

“You are my Luna; my queen and I plan to show you exactly how you deserve to be treated.” She looks up at me and I think I just found my new favorite color, her blush is the cutest shade of pink and I can’t wait to see where else she blushes and then my mind starts to drift into other ways of making her blush, I can’t wait to make her blush more, I gently grasp her cheek in my palm and tell her, “And I plan to start right now with a dance.” And I can’t help but make her blush a little more by saying, “I can’t wait to see where else you blush.”

Ava. I stood before the mirror in the restroom, my fingers working methodically as I applied another layer of mascara. My reflection stared back at me: high cheekbones accentuated by a light dusting of blush, full lips painted a deep red, and eyes that seemed to smolder with a mix of resignation and defiance. I blinked, scrutinizing my work. The makeup was flawless, transforming me from CEO to red carpet ready in a matter of minutes. On any other night, I might have felt a twinge of satisfaction. Tonight, it left a bitter taste in my mouth.

He said and winked at me while I was still treating him. " Don't call me jaggery!! " " Then how about a mango?? You fit your description of a mango. And I want to drown in you." he said. " Ewww... Go and rest " I said with my face absolutely red. " I swear, you look very tempting when you blush and I want to eat you... you turn red and look like a tomato, strawberry, or red apple when you blush.. so if you want I can call you anything out of these when you blush. "

Clearly failing miserably. He then takes a step towards me, his towering height making me regret my decision. "Don't try to act tough, you're too cute to be mean." He smirks, turning and walking away. Leaving me blushing like crazy. Why do I always blush when he says stuff like that to me? I mean, it's not like he really means any of it. + Right? I snap out of my thoughts and back to reality when someone roughly knocks my shoulder, sending me flying forward. I throw my hands in front of me and close my eyes, ready for my brutal landing.

"Now peel the orange." "Fine," I grumbled under my breath and rubbed my cheek furiously. Suddenly, Clark pushed my hand away from my reddened cheek. We both stared at each other as he stroked my that spot gently and almost lovingly. This warm, fuzzy, similar feeling arose within me which made me blush the slightest bit possible. I tried to crack a grin to hide my absurd, girly blush, but that attempt made me blush even more. "What the hell is wrong with me? I never blush, ugh," I murmured to myself a bit too loudly and Clark heard.

"for everything. For last night. For helping me out. For being here with me. For being nice to me even though I'm mean to you most of the time..." I shrug and giggle. "Let's stop being so serious." I'm blushing. "Let's have some ice cream. And laugh. And enjoy the view." Trent laughs, sticking his fingers in the ice cream and scooping some. "Are you blushing?" Shit! Is it that obvious? I look deep into his eyes, trying not to blink to look confident. "No, I'm not! Why the hell would I blush..." "Girl," he grins. "Look at me. Every girl blushes at my sight!"

Was he teasing me and wanted to see if I'd react? I attempted a straight face and pretended not to be affected by his words, but I failed. A blush crept up my cheeks, and I knew he saw it. My skin was too pale for it not to be noticed. And the make-up didn't cover much. I averted my gaze and bit my lower lip. "Even that makes it worst," Slade groaned. He pushed himself into me, and I felt his arousal. Fúck, I felt his hard díck strained against his pant.

I gasped, laughing in spite of myself. Even Blaze coughed on his tea. “I’m old, not dead,” she said with a sly grin. “Don’t you dare censor the good parts.” I tried to look composed, like I wasn’t thinking of exactly those parts. But my face had already betrayed me—warmth crept up my neck, and I knew I was blushing. Blaze, on the other hand, smirked shamelessly. “You mean the part where she tried to murder me with pleasure?”

"That is so." A sympathetic look covered her face. "Aww, you poor thing. You really need to find a boyfriend. Simple memes are making you blush these days," she tutted her lips, shaking her head in disappointment. On the other hand, my eyes widened at her claim and my neck instantly snapped toward the mirror. I saw a faint hue of red adorning my cheeks, and realizing the cause, the color darkened. Blush? I am blushing because of Elian? I am the one who makes boys blush, not the other way around! What's happening to me?