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

Who knew the almighty Red is capable of blushing? “If you want to come, then sure.” He looks away, eyes darting elsewhere. I laugh gently, before hopping on the table. “Lucien.” I say softly, “If you want me to come, you could just ask me directly to come as your date. You don’t have to be nervous.” “What?” He stares at me. “I am not nervous.” “You are blushing!” I point out and he blushes harder, I wish I had this on camera so he could see how cute he is when he blushes. Red places his strong arms around my waist, steadying me on the table.

at that, he blushed, looking away. “I think you’re amazing too,” he said shyly, his smile wobbly. “And…really good looking,” it’s my time to blush. Thank God I’m black. I can’t exactly fathom the idea of me turning red whenever I get compliments like these. I’m a huge softie, I know, but fuck man.

The next morning we cleaned each other in the shower, and I gave him a blow job, and he returned it before we went to the meeting with me wearing his clothes that seemed to fit to loosely because he was more muscular than I The other alphas were already waiting for us and it made me blush red because they all probably knew what happened yesterday, and Adam was lucky to have dark skin because even if he blushed his skin hid it well, so, we just went to our sit and the meeting begun

“Have I ever told you how much I love it when you blush? You do it more and more lately, and it still drives me crazy every time I see it.” I fight a smile, not knowing what to say back. Surely things can’t all be for show between us when he says things like that. The doubt in the back of my mind tells me that he’s always been charming, and maybe this is just him being just that—charming. “I hate how much I blush. My skin is pale and gives me away when any extra blood rushes to my cheeks.” “How could you hate something so beautiful?” he marvels, running his thumb along the heated skin of my cheek.

"Even the part where I'm a trained killer?" "Especially that part." He kissed me softly. "Though I prefer when you're not actively killing people." "Noted." His hands moved to my bra, unhooking it with practiced ease. "You know what else I love?" "What?" "How you blush when I do this." He cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, and I felt heat flood my face. "I don't blush." "You're blushing right now." "That's just... exertion." He laughed, the sound warm and rich. "We haven't even started yet."

He admitted. “So, I’m the only one who has ever been in your room?” I smiled inwardly to myself. “Yup and honestly…I’ve never been with any female.” I looked up at him. “Seriously? So, you’re a…” I trailed off. “Yeah.” He blushed a little. “Wow.” I said softly. “What?” He asked. “Well, it’s just that most guys will jump anything with a pulse and boobs.” I laughed.

I narrowed my eyes,“Is this you? Or did someone possess your body? Because last I checked, you and fun are sworn enemies.” He smirked. “Not when it comes to you.” That caught me of guard, I blushed. Fuck! I blushed in front of this annoying dude. And clearly he had seen it, cause I heard him say” Did you just…” “Nothing,” I interrupted him.quickly, then reached up and lightly smacked his arm. “Don’t start.” He raised his hands in surrender, grin widening. “Fine. I didn’t see you blush.” I let out a small laugh despite myself, shaking my head. “You’re actually unbelievable.”

I was going to make sure that I made it hard for him to get me, just for fun’s sake. Even if I liked him as much as he liked me, he didn’t really matter to me. I had other priorities in life. He noticed my blush and smirked. “Oh, so you’re blushing. You know the saying, right?” he asked, and I nodded my head. Of course I knew the saying.

“You came on to me.” “Only after you batted your eyelashes outrageously at me.” “I did not,” I say with a laugh. He reaches for my hand. “No, you didn’t. That’s why I liked you. You were so innocent you blushed when I came up to you.” He pauses. “Look at you. You’re blushing now.”

I blinked, processing the revelation. "Oh woww...that's great. I can see you really have a knack for it," I complimented him. We fell into silence. "So you have a degree in writing love letters too?" I teased him. He blushed. Holy mother, he actually blushed. In that moment I realised why he was so obssessedw ith making me blush. The man looked so breath-takingly cute when blushing. He kept his focus on pouring me the water. "Did you like it?" he asked a long moment later. I smiled.