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

I could feel my cheeks getting red, and I didn’t want him to see me blushing like an idiot at his words, so I used my hair to cover them in the best possible way I could. “It’s okay to blush you know,” he said, laughing at my measly attempt to shield my face from him. “It was a compliment, so I expect you to blush. Plus, I mean it. Seriously. You’re a very pretty lady. What is this guy doing? Where’s all this coming from? Is this him trying to flirt with me or is this how he actually is, and I’m just now seeing it? These questions kept roaming through my head, but of course, I couldn’t quite answer them myself. All I know was that if he’s trying to cause butterflies to grow in my stomach, it

The bubbles of giddiness rise in my chest once again at the fact that I made him blush but I push them back down for the sake of both of our feelings. I don't think I have ever made a boy blush as much as the kid sitting next to me. It was a sight that could fuel any woman's ego. "I'm sure I have," he awkwardly mumbles. He rubs his hands together to warm them up. "No, you haven't." I turn the heat up more for his sake. "I like it."

Just thinking of his face made Lihus blush. While lost in her own daydreaming, she didn't realize and felt that someone was staring at her in the hallway. His pair of green eyes full of admiration as he was watching the girl's red face, "Is she blushing?" he thought to himself. Just thinking of the fact that someone is making her blush made his blood boil, he is the only one who has the right to make her blush.

"I love talking to you too. I love hearing you speak. I love the way our eyes connect when we talk. I love everything about the moment we're together" I can't help blushing and lowering my eyes. "Okay!" trying to sound normal, I take a sip of my drink. "You just blush with everything I say. Lord! You're fucking cute!" he shrugs, making my cheeks burn even more. "I'm not blushing!" I groan. "Okay, you're not gonna accept that anyway", he sighs. "So, are we gonna just talk?" "Not a bad idea", I say. "What are we even talking about?"

the disgust on his face makes me feel calmer, or should I be worried that he's attracted to my breasts? The silence has clearly made him read me like an open book, "I'm not going to do anything to you, calm your tits." he snorts, speaking as if touching me would be the last thing he'd do. "I wouldn't even let you if you tried," I shrug, the fact that Blaze doesn't seem attracted to me, the real me, is soothing. He has no expectations, and there's nothing to live up to.

Awkward silence filled the room space. Why did I say that? "Um, yeah" he replied back in a low voice. Is that a ... Blush? A small smile formed it's way on my lips watching him blush. Do all Guys look so cute when they get shy? Sighing, How do I tell him about my change of heart? Would he accept it? I mean he says he loves me but what if it's just curiosity. What if someday he realises that I wasn't worth the trouble afterwards?

“You two are up to something, I just know it so spill. She states while pointing her index finger at me and giving me the evil eye.” Laughing, I can’t be quiet anymore. “Johnson, can I give it to her now?” I turn to face him and realize that his face is turning red. I have always thought it was cute when people blush, especially men because they don’t hardly ever do that. He hesitates and then nods, saying, “Go ahead. I guess it’s O.K.”

Blushing, Miles confesses, “I was afraid if you knew how much I liked you, you would think I was weird, and it would spoil our friendship. I didn't want to change the dynamic.” I chuckle, realizing the irony. "Well, why didn't you say anything recently?” “I was scared it would affect everything, but now I see how much you like me. I just want you to know I like you as much, probably even more,” he admits, hoping in his eyes. However, as he pours out his feelings, I realize that my heart doesn't respond as expected. I don't feel the sparks or connection I thought I would. Miles looks into my eyes, sensing my hesitation. “I knew you didn't like me as much.”

“It’s embarrassing. I always blush in the worst situations, which only makes it worse.” I stop talking once I realize I’m babbling. “The worst situations?” Leo asks, raising a brow. “Like what?” Fuck. Why do I always run my mouth like this?? “Oh, you know,” I reply, waving my hand. “Just meeting new people and stuff.” “Is that so?” “Uh, y-yeah.” I swallow and try my hardest to keep a neutral expression. I’m the worst liar, but there’s no way I’m going to admit the truth to Leo—that I blush when I’m turned on. That would be mortifying. Even thinking of admitting that is making me blush right now.

she murmured, I heard it this time. "Why? Do you like him?" I asked, surprised. I approached where she was. "You know, I'm friend with him. I can help you get close to him if you want," I suggested. "Of course not," she refused while still shaking her head. She handed me the new glass with water. When I got up we went back to the couch and sat down again. I took my medications first before speaking again. "Why do you seem to be affected? There are only a few things that can make a person blush. First, if you have a fever. Second, if you are angry. And third, if you’re shy," I explained.