Blushes Cutely Novels & Stories

“Are you telling me that Superstar Recruit and Brand-New CFO of a Fortune 250 company goes home, whips out a hairbrush, and starts singing Let it Go into it?” Cheeks flushing, she swatted my bicep. “I don’t whip out a hairbrush and sing into it.” “You don’t?” I brushed my hand across her reddened cheek. “Because I’m pretty sure that blush means I’ve hit the nail on the head.” She scoffed. “You have not.”

He winks at me, and I blush hard. "Now, you look prettier when you blush," He further says, and I feel my head swelling proudly. "Thank you. You look cute too," I reply to him, even if it sounds a bit weird. "Wow! It's the first time my baby is going to compliment me, and I think I'm blushing hard now," He chuckles softly as he cups his cheeks in his palms. He looks cute when he does that, and I can't deny it. If you ask me who amongst him Asher is cuter, then I would be left in dilemma, because fuck! I don't know who's more handsome.

Under the warm light, her face looked exceptionally radiant and soft. Alex didn’t miss her slightly flushed cheeks. He lifted her chin again, and she unconsciously met his unfathomable eyes. His profound gaze made her heart flutter unintentionally. Her heartbeat raced even more when his handsome face moved closer, their noses gently touching. "You look adorable every time you blush," Alex teased, gently stroking her smooth face. Evie’s cheeks flushed even redder, and she immediately looked away. "Who’s blushing?" she muttered disapprovingly. She only heard his low chuckle before feeling something warm touch her forehead.

ELDRIC As I push the glass door open, a wave of chemical scents slaps me in the face—hairspray, nail polish, lavender-scented something. I blink. I just want a trim. That’s all. “Welcome to Blush & Blade! Do you have an appointment?” a chirpy voice calls out. Then I see her, and my brain short-circuits. Ruby. The one with the sass, the eyes, the perfect smile. She’s in a black apron, with a comb tucked behind one ear and a fierce red lipstick that could start wars. Her eyes meet mine and narrow immediately, like a cat spotting a laser pointer.

It's a rare sight I see in women these days and it's especially rarer to see Fem blush with her too-strong personality. "You're too silent," I teased her. "Shut up," she hissed. "It's a joke. You're supposed to laugh." She pointed her laser eyes on me. "That's the lamest joke I've ever heard." "At least it's effective not to make you laugh but to make you blush."

he said, filling his own plate. "Here, try some spaghetti. I'm sure you'll like them." "Thanks. But you were blushing. I saw it!" I argued, teasing him. "It's okay to blush, you know? It's normal." He cursed under his breath. I snickered. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. No one will ever know that Achilles Valencian blushed." "Rosebud!" he warned, his grey orbs formed into a scowl. "Eat your food."

Frustration. "You're blushing," Bianca said. "I'm not blushing." "You're literally red right now. Like a tomato...like a strawberry. Like..." "Okay, I get it." "And you're fuming. How are you doing both at once? Girl, I don't know how you blush and still fume at the same time but it's kind of cute, actually." I made a sound like a half laugh, half groanand pressed the heels of my palms to my eyes. "Bianca please."

“What on earth has gotten into your brain, Blossom?!” Blossom puts on a choked, crying voice. “I just never thought… that these little wild rascals could scrub up so beautifully on the furs! Sniff, sniff. No, no, this won’t do for my screen. My hands need a selfie right now, my fingers need to blow up the digital network, I am gonna be the brightest star of the night!” Saying those fast words, her body cozies up to the three little tykes and her phone goes totally snap-happy, taking dozens of digital photos in rapid succession. Her fingers post four big updates back-to-back on the network grid.

I said softly, "it doesn’t hurt." The effect was instantaneous. A deep, rose-colored blush crept up her neck, staining her cheeks and even the tips of her ears. She went silent, her bravado failing her. Suddenly, she reached out, taking my hand in hers. She didn't pull away. Instead, she brought my hand toward her face and blew gently on the scratch, her breath cool against my skin.

“And judging by the look on your face? You weren’t mad about it.” I groaned and dragged both hands down my face. “This is mortifying.” “Mortifying?” she repeated, crossing her arms. “No, honey. This is hilarious. And honestly? Kinda cute.” “Cute?” I echoed, baffled. “Cute,” she confirmed with a nod. “You. Soft. Blushing. Letting someone pin you like a butterfly to a board. Cute.” I buried my face into my hands again. “Just don’t tell me he purred when he growled at you.”