Novel & Cerita Another Word For A Crush

I said. "But what if he sees me as just a little girl? I'll be heartbroken." She mumbled. "You're simply dealing with the inevitable. It's better your heart is broken now and you get over it than you keep holding onto a crush that you don't know the fate of. Better now than never." Clara said. "I guess you guys are right." She sighed. "Good. Because I have the perfect way to get your crush so super jelly. Four words: flirting with other men." I winked at her.

The low, rough voice that growled my name while he drove into me. Christian Knight. The pieces slam together in my brain like a puzzle I never wanted solved. Christian Knight = C.K. C.K. = Gwen’s lifelong crush. The guy she’s talked about since we were teens. The one she still sighs over in drunk texts. The same man I let fuck me senseless last night—loud, desperate, no holds barred—thinking it was just a one-time thing. My best friend’s family friend. Sitting three feet away. While she beams at him like he’s the answer to every prayer.

“He looked hurt. He clearly can handle this better than I can ever dream of. He...” “Scarr, the man has a crush on me,” he cut in. She frowned in confusion. “He has a crush on me. I don’t want to lead him on.” “What does that even mean?” She asked. “He is smitten by me.” She squinted her eyes. “I think smitten is overlaying it.” He peered at her. She raised her hands in surrender. “Okay, fine! He is smitten!” she agreed. “I shouldn’t have told you,” she muttered under her breath.

I lowered my gace, when suddenly I remembered that I talked to her like that. Before I could look down I felt a slap on my other cheek. I held my cheek. "Remember this bitch. Andrew. Is . Mine!. And leave him the fuck alone before I tell him that you have a crush on him". My eyes widened when she said that. How did she even know that I have a crush on Andrew. She must know the shock on my face. When she smirk and said. "Whats wrong?. Are you shocked". "How did you know?".I looked up at her and asked her in a low voice.

(Clarice’s POV) Anna sank back into the couch, stretching her legs out like she owned the whole place. “Okay, so I wasn’t going to mention this until I was totally sure, like a hundred percent sure, but…I think I have a crush on someone.” I raised an eyebrow. “A crush? That sounds very vague, even for you, Anna… Is it a romantic crush or a let-me-just-have-my-peace kind of crush?” Anna gave me an exaggerated eye roll. “Romantic, obviously. I have standards, thank you very much.”

Thirty Nine Trisha POV The air felt thick in my lungs, each breath a deliberate effort. For an hour, the words had been a knot in my throat, and I was finally ready to try and untangle them. Erik would think I was a child. Or worse, insane. But the gnawing uncertainty was worse than his potential mockery. “Erik…” My voice was barely a whisper. “What does… what does a crush feel like?” Erik’s head tilted, his expression shifting from playful mischief to sharp, unconcealed intrigue. “A crush?” he repeated, the word hanging between us. “As in… you want to rip someone’s clothes off?”

With that, he gave me a cold look, then turned and walked back into Fiona’s hospital room without looking back. My heart froze as his cold back disappeared. I heard him gently comfort Fiona. I could not believe Nigel thought I was a bad person, even though he had no proof at all. I rubbed my sore eyes and was about to leave when Jora came out. She leaned close to me with a smug smile. “So what if you’re his crush? You still lose to people like us. “If you’re smart, go inside, kneel, and apologize to Fiona. Maybe Nigel would like you a little more.”

“Don’t say that. It’s just a crush. Everyone experiences that.” She sighed dramatically. “But they don’t make it obvious or crush on someone who is way out of their league.” It was my turn to sigh now. “Angela, most times, people crush on those who are inaccessible to them. That’s like a global experience.” We entered the elevator. “Ugh, you’re just trying to make me feel better.” I shook my head knowing there was no need to argue with her, she would just find more ways to self-loath. I wonder what made her that way.

Arthur said, steering the conversation elsewhere. “Yeah, I think there’s one guy she likes. She won’t stop talking about him. What do they call it now? A ‘crush.’ She has a teenage crush. She’s a fan of some pop group popular with the youth. Posters all over her room. Classic teenager stuff,” I said with a smile, remembering myself at her age. I, too, wanted an otherworldly love, probably like any girl at that time. But I didn’t have that unbearable youthful extremism. I never swooned over boys from magazine covers. I didn’t even dye my hair. Once I tried highlights, but I didn’t like it much, so I stuck with my natural color—at least until gray starts showing. Luckily, I haven’t noticed any

He would grow up to be a heartbreaker, just like his dad. “I met a pretty girl today…” My ears perked at Michael’s confession. They were in the lounge, a measly two couches when I heard it. “Her name’s Annette. She’s good at Math and I think I might have got a small, small crush on her.” “Annette? Crush?” Sebby’s head tilted in confusion. “Yeah, it’s when you like someone.” “Sebby’s crush is Mama!” I smiled. “N-No, not like that…It’s when you like someone around your age. Well, I keep forgetting you’re only two years old. You won’t meet someone like that yet.”