When A Guy Blushes And Looks Down の小説・ストーリー

I unconsciously bit my lower lip, and I heard him groan. “Sh*t,” he muttered under his breath. I tilted my head up at him. Why was he cussing? Then I saw it—he was blushing, his hand covering his mouth like he was trying to hide something. He was even looking away, and was avoiding my eyes. “Can... can you fix yourself before I get even more tempted? The meeting is really important,” he said. My jaw dropped. I thought he was the only one who affects me, but it seems he was also affected, huh? My lips formed a smirk.

"Is there somewhere else I should be looking?" "No," I admitted, heat creeping up my neck. "I like when you look at me." "Is that so?" he asked, raising a single eyebrow. "Funny. There are times you seem to have trouble meeting my gaze, or you blush just because I’ve looked a second too long." "That’s true," I agreed, smiling faintly. "You do make me blush. Have you ever wondered why?" "I have," he admitted, his voice low and thoughtful. "Though I assumed it was because you were..."

His friends were laughing and sending knowing looks toward him and me. He came in close to me and said in a low voice, "Miss, I am going to have to ask you to either stop looking at me like you could eat me or eat me; it is very distracting." I blushed furiously and looked down. "Well, looking down at that will not help, sweetheart." He was right; I could see the bulge in his jeans, clear as day. I crossed my legs, took a courageous breath, and looked back at him. "Then you shouldn't look so edible," I gave him my best 'fuck me please' look, and he laughed; I felt defeated for a second.

a lot. He then looked down at his watch and closed his laptop. I also started to pack up my things and stood up from my chair. I felt him wrap his hand around my waist making me feel protected. I glanced back at him and gave him a soft look and quickly looked away wanting to hide my blush. Why the hell am I blushing? What is this man doing to me? This isn't me....I blush for no one....no one at all.

I answer honestly, my fingers brushing lightly against the edge of the table as I look down for a moment before meeting his gaze again. “It must have been a lot to hear, especially when it's all new to you. You did well,” he replies, and I find myself blushing slightly as I look away from him, feeling myself get flustered under his intense stare. I nod slowly, pushing my chair back as I finally stand, still holding onto my hands in an attempt to keep my nerves calm. But I know he notices everything, even the smallest movements...

It is just my weakness when the guy smells good. "I smell good, huh? That's just Bvlgari. " he said as he chuckled and started the car. It was as if he read my mind! It was a pleasant mild scent that makes me want to keep on smelling it. He looked fresh in his white shirt and denim shorts. Hmm, sexy legs, not too hairy. My eyes! Why I noticed those things? "What are you looking at?" He asked teasingly. "Nothing, just.." "Just your ears are red." He laughed at me. Now he knows when I am embarrassed. Actually, I don't blush but if I am feeling shy, embarrassed or lying thru my teeth, my ears turn red. It seems the blood just rush to there instead of my cheeks.

He asks, tilting his head to the side. I blush deeper as I glance down. I don’t know what I was expecting, but of course, there are no clothes down there either. “Y-yes!” Is all I can stutter out.

I unconsciously bit my lower lips and shyly looked away. I was blushing and I know he sees me blushing. His hand grazed my cheek and I felt the electricity it produced. “I like the way you look under my touch... so satisfying”, I heard him say. I wasn't just gonna let him think I was all weak, I knew I was going to regret it when I looked at him, eyes so dark one would think it's dead. My heart fluttered and I immediately looked away, ‘Pheww! that was close’, I said to myself.

A sigh leaves his orange plump lips as he scratches the back of his neck, making his biceps flex. “Wow, Lucy….” He gasps, clenches his right hand into a fist and presses it against his lips. “You look breathtaking.” He whispers, breathing out a sigh while a light pink blush appears on his handsome face. My eyes blink in confusion. First, at his compliment and then at his flustered appearance. Never in my life have I nor anyone seen Knight blush like this. It was oddly appealing and gave him a more charming boyish look instead of the typical arrogant prick that he goes for. “Thank you.” I mumble, feeling my own skin heat up in a blush as I drop my gaze to my feet.

“What makes you think I can take that one off?” Cursing under my breath, I hook my hands into the waistband of his briefs and begin to tug them down. Why the hell is my face heating up? I’ve done this a gazzilion number of times. So why in God’s green earth am I blushing like a freaking virgin who’s seeing this part of a male’s anatomy for the first time? What the fuck is wrong with me?