Would A Guy Blush If He Didn't Like You Novels & Stories

Annie reported to me. “I haven't been talking about him that much. You are exaggerating Annie,” Rainie protested. Seemed like she enjoyed teasing people, but now it was her turn to get teased, she couldn't take it. It was nice seeing my friend on the spot. I squinted and said, “Wait, are you blushing?” I could see the red staining her cheeks. She must really like this guy because believe me when I say I have never seen her this way. “What, no!” She scrubbed at her cheeks as if it would hide the fact that she was blushing.

I smiled at myself. So, this is how it feels when your crush doesn't like you back, huh? When I was in the city, the guy that I liked were confessing out of the blue and my adoration for them immediately vanished. It's like you don't have appetite for your favorite food at all. Maybe it's the challenge? Maybe for me, it makes it bland if your crush likes you back. There's no thrill at all. That's probably the reason why I feel like this towards Nabrel. Because I'm aware that he doesn't like me. That's fine with me though. I don't need him to like me back. If I ever found out that he likes me, I would just probably lost my interest.

His velvet voice massages my soul and my pussy demands this man’s attention. “ How do I do that?” I ask as I try to calm my heated cheeks. He tilts his head to the side and stares at my lips for a minute before he looks at my face altogether. “ I never took you to be the type that blushes, or you only do it after watching men pleasure themselves.”

Why am I blushing "Omg!!!!, you like him too"Jen sings making my jaw drop like an envile Could Adrian really like me and why does the thought make me all warm and my face instantly red "Why are you blushing?" Danny questions me looking at me weirdly "She's probably thinking of her and Adrian"Jen answers him wiggling her eyebrows. I roll my eyes at her. "No because I don't like that idiot. Adrian Dante is a heartless bastard and I hate him with raw passion"I announce loudly.

I touched my face, searching for something I can't see. He started laughing. "What's that for". I asked faking angry. "There is nothing on your face physically, your cheek turns red, you have being blushing hard nowadays". He said, I blushed harder, I looked down in embarrassment. "You don't have to be embarrassed, it is normal for girls to blush when talking to me". He teased. "You are now feeling superior, right". I said rolling my eyes. "Yes I am, I am handsome you know". He bragged.

“The point is I can’t walk around naked…” “Who cares about your nudity?”, she asked appalled. “Well if that red tint on your cheeks is any indication, I’d say you, you’re blushing and you do care” “What?, What? What is even your problem?”, She questioned in a high-pitched voice. “More blush”, he pointed to her cheeks. “That is anger blush not wanting to see you nude blush or whatever…” “Wanting?”, he questioned, “That’s new, you know love, all you need do is ask simply and I’ll be willing to indulge…”, he said smugly.

Why did I feel like I was having an anxiety attack? Felix chuckled before saying, "not exactly. You don't look nervous but rather like you're thinking too much, your face looks flushed." I rolled my eyes at him, "I do NOT blush easily." He laughed and replied, "Of course, you don't, but you've definitely blushed a couple of times since we got in the car." "That doesn't prove anything." I looked at him with an annoyed look on my face. I wasn't gonna admit this, but it was true.

A ghost smile curved on his lips. I felt my cheeks flush. Cocky bastard. He knew very well his effect on women. He knew his effect on me. I could feel it in my flesh and bones. I’d really like to roll my eyes at him, but I didn’t think it was a good idea. “I’m not nervous,” I murmured, which I thought he didn’t hear. “You always blush when you lie, do you know that?” he commented, smirking. I looked away, setting my eyes on the windows.

He was too heavy. Then he got on his back with her on top of him. He was still inside her and she winced as they moved. He was huge and was still piercing her. Something wetted her legs and she felt embarrassed. Her eyes met his and he spoke, “No need to be ashamed. It’s the proof that you are mine.” She didn’t say a word. “Do you know, you are the only woman I have seen blushing?” “What?” She asked in surprise. “These days, women don’t blush naturally, I believe. But you do.”

"And you still claim you don't love me?" "Shut up!" I felt awkward as if I had been caught red-handed. "I don't love you!" "Then why are you blushing? It's just a man doing what men do. If it were anyone else on the street, you'd probably spit on him and walk away. But because it's me, you're flustered." "Don't flatter yourself. I'm not!" "Is that so?" He deliberately rubbed his thumb on my waist, his voice dripping with mischief. "Then I guess it's no big deal if you stay here while I finish."