When A Guy Blushes And Looks Down Novels & Stories

He said and I looked at him, and he blushed. "I don't mean it like that. I mean you look hot, I mean you look good, I mean you look sick like you don't feel well." He said, his face only becoming redder as he stumbled over his words, and I smile and chuckle. He scratches the back of his neck nervously, "Yeah, I'm making a fool of myself here, aren't I?" He said and I shook my head, smiling. "No, you're not, you're kind of cute when you're flustered," I said, and his face turned even redder than it was before, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

His cheeks flush a deep red, and he looks away, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. I notice how embarrassed he looks, his usual confidence faltering, and for a moment, I want to tease him, but I don't. I clear my throat. “Can you give me a minute to change? We can talk properly then.” His blush deepens, and he nods stiffly. “Of course." He mumbles, stepping back like the space between us might cool his flustered state. “Take your time.”

He kept an arm up to keep our distance. "What? Do what? It seemed like you were into it." I can't help the heated blush rise from my chest to the tips of my ears. I don't just blush, I turn red and bloatchy. Not a cute look. What felt like forever went by and he's was still just looking at the ground. I realize he might not have wanted any of that. I had asked for consent, it's only fair that he would too.

He immediately explains, as his eyes are looking around and he is still not looking at me. After a minute, "We can do that again." he unexpectedly speaks as he looks on the other way. What does he mean? Then my mind buffers for a bit, and I get what he said. My face blushes as I hold my hands and bit my lips. I slowly take a gaze off him, then our eyes met, and we both look away as I smile here.

Darius blushed furiously, averting his gaze. “Uh, yeah. Well, um,” he stumbled and cleared his throat nervously. “You see, I just…uh,” he struggled to find words as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “What I mean to say is…um…” he muttered, glancing back up at her. His pale cheeks flushed even deeper red as his eyes met hers. “Well, um, I’m just…hmm…I guess I like talking to you.” His face grew impossibly more crimson as he spoke, his blush becoming nearly unbearable as he attempted to justify himself.

He doesn't bother to comb his long hair, always messy, falling at his forehead, which makes his face so cute. "You're staring at me," he smiles teasingly. "I'm not!" I quickly look away, feeling a bit shy. "Since when you're shy, Samlin Greenham?" he lifts himself up by pressuring on his elbow, gazing down at me. "You're literary blushing. You know what happens when you blush? Your cheeks turn red, like spilling color. Just like this," he puts a finger on my left cheek. "I know, shut up!" I giggle, swating his arm.

“You sure didn’t look away when you tossed it. What were you looking at, huh?” Fuck! “I wasn’t focusing on anything in particular.” That came out more breathlessly than I wanted. “Did you get a good look?” he asks. Ugh! “A little.” “A little, what?” I grumble. “I didn’t mean the size!” I cover my mouth. He just frustrates the piss out of me. “If it wasn’t that, then what?” he teases. “Just forget I said anything. I didn’t see anything.” He chuckles. “I love seeing you blush, sugar.”

he finally showed face in front of all of them. He saw Mpumi, and he became shy, “Oh.” He felt a cold shiver ran him over. He quickly looked down. --**Is he blushing?**--

Emma shook her head in denial, fingers nervously tapping the phone she was holding. "Did you have anything?" He asked while his eyes dived deep into hers, maintaining intense eye contact. "Yeah,um-coffee," she replied and looked at him but her eyes lowered the moment they caught a glimpse of his bare chest and his thick thighs. She could see the thickness of his muscles under the black robe.

He gave me a smile I hadn't seen in a full year—the kind that reached his eyes and made the corners crinkle. It stole the breath from my lungs. "Thank you." I didn't even know if he heard me. My heart was racing so hard right now. We held eye contact for a few seconds, and his gaze dropped to my lips. Before I could blink, he snapped his head away toward the window. "You should stop looking at me now…" "Oh, sorry," I whispered—but I stole one more glance anyway. His ears were red. I looked down at my fingers. He is blushing...