Windlow's voice held anger, and the boy flushed again as he turned away.

The boy flushed bright red and raked hair from his face again.

The boy flushed beneath this compliment and the rare demonstration of affection.

He added a little impatiently as the boy flushed scarlet, "You've talked to her before."

The young boy flushed with more than activity.

The boy flushed and averted his gaze, looking ashamed and uncomfortable.

Remembering this gibe, the boy flushed angrily as he turned to go.

The boy flushed again, and this time there was a flash of anger in the dark eyes.

The boy flushed and his blue eyes went hard.

The boy flushed darkly; young as he was, he couldn't have seen much in the way of actual fighting.