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

He bluntly says and I grit my teeth. "I blush whenever I see a naked man, it's not the first time." It isn't a complete lie, I've always blushed whenever I see someone in their naked glory so it isn't a new thing going red, although the reason I'm blushing now is different. "Put something In, Mr Gate, some people love to have their sanity in check you know."

“It’s just the middle of the day. The last one will be at 11:59.” I giggled, letting him go. I kissed each of his cheeks. My grin widened when I saw him blush. “What’s with that blush?” I poked the side of his torso. “Haven’t been kissed in your cheeks before?” I said, teasing him. “Actually…” He trailed, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. “Not from a girl.” “It’s just a friendly kiss though.” “I know. It’s just… I haven’t been really really close with a girl. I’m waiting for my mate.”

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.

“Because I'd hate to never give you another one.” My cheeks heated up and yet again I wondered about his ability to make me blush. “I like it when you blush.” He pressed his cheek against mine. “Why?” I smiled. “Oh wait, let me guess. It reminds you of an orgasm?” “Mind reader.” He brushed his lips along my cheek, his breath hot on my ear. “It reminds me of when I made you cum. That's exactly why I like it.”

It made me shiver. Even though he had me in his arms, he merely rested his hand on my back without taking things further. I looked at his side profile to see that his ears had turned red. That was odd. Could it be he was an inexperienced virgin who was putting on a good show? The thought of that made me want to have some fun with him. I nibbled mischievously on his neck. As expected, his blush deepened. He looked like he was about to curl up with embarrassment. This amused me.

A friend of mine sent me an Instagram video. I clicked on it and watched as a couple playfully doted on each other. The guy fed the girl a strawberry with his mouth, then embraced her lovingly. I was about to exit the video out of boredom when the guy turned his head, and I froze. He looked just like my boyfriend, Julian Lawrence. Julian had been dabbling in social media ever since he graduated, though he was far from famous. His content mostly consisted of selfies, and I'd never seen him post any videos.

“It's nothing like that sweet…one that night” I turned to him, our faces were near. His green ones locked with mine. I gulped my saliva. “I have to wear it because…” “No need to explain,” He cuts me off. “Okay…” I turned away. The heat in my cheeks increased. Why am I blushing? I held my face. “Your face is red” he said, “I…it just…,” “Do you blush like that around others?” He questioned, and I turned to him. “What?...no…”

He stepped closer, and I could feel the shift in energy—how the tension thinned, softened, made room for something a little more playful. “Still,” he said, “you surprised me.” I looked up, meeting his eyes—and instantly regretted it. His expression changed, lit with amusement as his gaze roamed over my face. “Wait a minute.” I blinked. “What?” He grinned. “You’re blushing.” “No, I’m not,” I said too quickly, pressing a hand to my cheek as if I could will the warmth away. “Oh, you definitely are,” he said, laughing under his breath. “This is the first time I’ve seen you blush. Ever. I should’ve taken a picture.”

"How are we connected? I don't know you, not really." He stands in front of me and my blush intensifies. I've never been this type of girl. Guys don't affect me this way. Back home I couldn't care less about dating and flirting and chasing and all those ridiculous things. Why am I such a blushing idiot now? I have seen beautiful people before, I know they exist, but for some reason when it comes to him, I have no recollection of such things. "Are you sure you want to know?" He asks seriously and not teasingly.

I shoot him a look, like isn’t it obvious? “I told them about wanting to, you know.” Liam shrugs. Then I see his eyes register. Finally! He blushes. Wow, Liam is blushing, never thought I’d see the day. “I see. Right. Is it a cause for celebration then?” “Actually for us girls, yes it is. I know for guys it’s different you just pull your dicks out and shove it in any willing girl. So it would seem.” He laughs and I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down.