When A Guy Blushes And Looks Down Novels & Stories

She talked less but smiled and blushed more. The other one talked more and drank more, clearly not Tony’s type. And then the way he stares at the other calm one was so deep. There’s something about the way he looks at her that makes her blush hard. And anyone who has ever been in love can see the connection between them. I don’t need a soothsayer to tell them that there’s something going on. I’ve been that side with Tony and I know exactly how he gets when he’s in love.

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.

She gasped slightly and I watched her cheeks turn pink and she looked down quickly. “Come over here.” I said with a slightly demanding tone. I watched her stand up and walk over to the front of my desk. I shook my head. “Over to me Tessa.” I watched her nervously walk over to me. “Sorry, I had just looked over here when you looked up. I promise I wasn't staring at you again.” her voice was soft. Did she think I was mad at her for looking at me? I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me. Her face turned more red. She’s so pale she can't hide when she blushes, and I like it.

' I cussed at myself inwardly. I slightly blush because of how close we are once again as I reminisce what happened on our first night. Due to this, I turned my head away from him in an attempt to hide my blushing face. The moment I calmed down, I took a peek at the man on my side and coincidentally, he met my eyes. I blushed at the man before me as he blushed after me. He even stared at my lips for a long time. 'What to do? What do I do?'

he murmured as his eyes darted down to my lips then back to my eyes. I couldn't stop my giggle from breaking free at his corny answer. "It sounded corny?" He questioned with a shy smile and I nodded, noticing the faint redness in his ear lobes increasing the more he blushed. "It's cute when a man blushes honestly," I pointed out the fact that he was blushing which only made his face become rich in deep crimson red. "I'm not b-blushing," he faltered his nonsensical objection, moving his body a little away from mine with a visible hurt ego, my laughter rippled through the air—earning myself a side glare.

I could feel my cheeks getting red, and I didn’t want him to see me blushing like an idiot at his words, so I used my hair to cover them in the best possible way I could. “It’s okay to blush you know,” he said, laughing at my measly attempt to shield my face from him. “It was a compliment, so I expect you to blush. Plus, I mean it. Seriously. You’re a very pretty lady. What is this guy doing? Where’s all this coming from? Is this him trying to flirt with me or is this how he actually is, and I’m just now seeing it? These questions kept roaming through my head, but of course, I couldn’t quite answer them myself. All I know was that if he’s trying to cause butterflies to grow in my stomach, it

Dropping my gaze to the now all to interesting table in front of me, I cant help the heat that runs to my checks causing me to blush. Leave it to an embarrassing moment like now for one of them to look at me.

I looked down at his lap and saw my drool on his jeans. Noah just stared at me as I struggled to wipe my spit off his jeans with the end of my blouse. My cheeks turned bright red as my other hand while wiping his jeans accidentally touched his manhood. I blushed deeply, bit my lip in shame and averted my gaze at his shoes since I couldn't meet his eyes.

I ask, joining him at the kitchen counter as we both watch the toasting machine. “one as beautiful as you, with your eyes and your penchant for blushing at every single compliment you are given.” He says looking deep into my eyes. “I can’t help the blushing, it is usually very irritating especially when I don’t mean to blush.” I say, looking down so he does not see how happy what he had said made me. “you sometimes don’t mean to blush? Has it ever been like that with me?” he asks, raising my head so my eyes could meet his.

He turns to look at me and when our eyes meet again, I can't help the blush that rises to my cheeks. What is wrong with me?