Would A Guy Blush If He Didn't Like You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I make a disgusted face. Matt is looking at me with one eyebrow raised. "Well, were you ? He is kind of sexy and all". "No of course I am not getting turned on by his sexual harassment. I am engaged for God's sake". But I can feel my cheeks go a little red, why do I blush ? I hate that he keeps touching me. Matt smiles at me. "I know Josie, but it is okay to get turned on by someone else. It doesn't mean you are going to do something stupid".

I use my hair to cover up the blush, but Diana caught me blushing. “Why are you blushing?” She asked. “Nothing,” I said, but my eyes move again. Diana follows my gaze and sees that I’m staring at a certain guy. She quickly moves my face from there, and puts her chair in front of me, blocking my view of the hot guy. “Don’t tell me he is the reason you’re blushing” she said. I just blush more. “Gigi, you can like any guy but not him” I frown a little, then asked her "Why?”

I tilted my head slightly, then smirked. "I love you isn't something you just say to someone." The look on his face changed. "Wow," he said. I laughed a little. "What?" "You're actually serious?" he asked. I shrugged. "What did you expect?" He sat up a little more now. "I don't know… a normal reaction?" I raised a brow. "Normal as in?" "Girls usually blush," he said. "Or at least say it back." I laughed again, off course they'd blush and he thought I'd do the same."So you're upset because I didn't react the way they usually do?"

He looked irritated. "First, Zack is not a douche. He is my friend. But yeah I agree that Alex is a class A douche. Second, I don't know from where I possess this weird magnetic power to attract all Jerks... I mean come on, I am stuck living with you for the next three and half years. Third, Are you jealous?" I smirked at him at the end. If the tip of his ears and his neck turned pink then is he blushing? Or Angry? Or embarrassed?

I shoot back. Aiden crosses his arms over his chest, his honey brown eyes piercing into mine. He is enjoying himself while I am here getting madly embarrassed. Fuck him. “ If you are not blushing, then put your hands down,” He says. “ I don't know why, but I think I like seeing the blush on your face.” “ I am not going to,” I snap. “ Mind your own business.” “ Will you do it or -” “Make me,” I challenge.

Amy said as her eyes widened slowly, I frowned in confusion. "Oh. My. Gosh! He likes yo-" I through my napkin at her face, " no! Why would you even think that?" I asked in disbelief. She narrowed her eyes at me, " or you like him" she stated. I groaned and covered my face with my hands, " none of the above" I said. She smirked " then why are you blushing?"" I'm not! Do you have personality disorder. How can you be hating him one minute then squealing and asking if he likes me the next minute?" I scrubbed my cheeks with my hands.

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.

Was he blushing? “Hey, men don’t blush.” Punching his shoulder playfully, he scurried backwards. "You looked beautiful; I couldn’t help myself,” he said. My heart melts. Unexpectedly, I didn’t expect him to say it, but I actually blushed at his remark. He was just so sweet that it felt surreal; I couldn't contain it either.

Clearly failing miserably. He then takes a step towards me, his towering height making me regret my decision. "Don't try to act tough, you're too cute to be mean." He smirks, turning and walking away. Leaving me blushing like crazy. Why do I always blush when he says stuff like that to me? I mean, it's not like he really means any of it. + Right? I snap out of my thoughts and back to reality when someone roughly knocks my shoulder, sending me flying forward. I throw my hands in front of me and close my eyes, ready for my brutal landing.

“Did he notice you squirming?” “I… don’t think so.” “Liar.” There’s a smile in his voice. “You always blush when you lie. I can hear it.” My finger falters on my cock. “How do you,” “Keep circling, pet. Faster now. But still no gripping.” I obey, breath hitching. “I didn’t blush.” “You did. I bet your cheeks are pink right now. Bet your nipples are tight little points. Pinch one. Hard.”