When A Guy Blushes And Looks Down Novels & Stories

I momentarily stopped my blabber as I watch him change into a pair of board shorts. "Like what you see?" He quoted back to me and I can't help but blush at that as I tried to go back inside the bathroom. "Love, you already see all of this, and yet you are still so shy." His gaze was so intense that I was caught in a trance. It was all too much and his intense gaze at me is making my breath hitch. I felt my cheeks growing hotter by the second. I cleared my throat, "Let's just go." I stated. The blush is still adorning my cheeks and spreading to my neck, making me scratch my ear and hold his amused gaze.

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 was laid there still trying to catch my breath and hopefully rest for a while longer but Bleu had other plans for me. Before I could tell what was happening, he lowered his head so that his face was directly in between my legs and on top of my sensitive part and I use all of my energy to try and look down but his face was out of my view. I was although very embarrassed as I found it very strange that a male would want to look at the private part of his partner. Instantly, I felt the blood gather at my cheeks, my ears and all the Ay down to my neck and I did not need to look at my reflection to know that I was as red as a rope tomato could possibly be.

His eyes were closed, his face completely red, and I reached forward to run a single finger along his cheekbone, "Why are you blushing so much?" He shrugged lightly and pulled the fabric of his mask down just a little to expose half of his mouth and his jawline, giving himself a chance to hide his blush properly. A few seconds later, his eyes flashed open again, staring at me intensely. "What is it?" My voice was hushed, my cheeks flushed pink. I leaned closer to him, trying to get an answer from him. His lips twitched ever so slightly as his eyes darted between my lips and mine, not saying anything.

I ask him with the intention of taking my mind off certain someone who is still so much focused on me. "You really wanna talk to me?" He questioned, surprised. A hint of red crept on his cheeks and it took me almost a minute to figure out that he was actually blushing. "Oh my god! Are you blushing?" I exclaimed in horror and amusement, covering my mouth with both my palms gaping at him. "Shut up." He scolded and turned in his chair to avoid letting me look at his cheeks. He looks adorable when shy. Blake has slightly pale skin that makes it easy for me to figure out when he is blushing and believe me when I say so, I never ever saw him blushing before. Like never!

His eyes drink in my appearance and I find myself blushing, a red tint covering my cheeks. "You look cute when you blush!" He laughs, pointing at my cheeks. I gave him a shy smile, feeling my cheeks heat up further. "I look like a tomato when I blush, don't lie to me." I say playfully, taking another sip of my drink. Austin throws his head back and laughs, his eyes lighting up. "Are you enjoying the party?" I ask him and he nods, taking a step closer with the same wide smile on his face. "I haven't seen anyone I like the look of, until now." His words are suggestive and I can feel the blush deepen on my cheeks. I don't reply and instead nibble on my bottom lip nervously. Austin takes a step

I quickly look away and feel a blush making its way to my face. Shit, fuck!

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.”

Both of us look at each other. Luckily our parents are listening to some loud music and talking too loudly to have heard. “I'm sorry…I can't help it” he says and I look down at it again, it looks so fascinating…so big, calling my attention to pet it. I gulp and lift my eyes to his. He's blushing as hard as I am. “It's normal…right?“ I ask and he nods, “guys get hard when they're into a girl…right?“ I ask again and he blushes even redder.

I break the eye contact before I get lost in his for good. I also realize that my legs are decussated, perhaps to stamp down that irritating throb between my legs. I don’t understand why my cheeks are burning with rosiness even after breaking eye contact. Him? He should not get me this hot, for goodness sake! I mean, Joe? “What are you not used to that is getting you to blush like a sweet sixteen, huh? Seeing a hot guy like me, or you being called gorgeous?” He asks as he fiddles with his trimmed field hockey beard.