Crush Letters For Him Novels & Stories

He was still not over his little crush. Me. ***********

I was surprised because he called my name for the first time since yesterday. I was so excited. The way my name sounded in his deep voice gave me butterflies in a very unusual manner. I stepped closer to him, dipped the towel into the water, and began to wipe his back. His back was covered with cuts. Was he whipped? Did he get into a fight? He had a single tattoo on his back. It was a very big letter V, but beneath the V there were scars, while some cuts were just healing. “How did you get this?” I asked, more to myself than him, my finger trailing down a big cut.

That was so sweet. I checked his near vicinity. Was this some kind of a prank set up by his jock friends? “You came all the way here to apologize to me?” I asked him bluntly. He shrugged, “not really.” “Then why?” I asked, “Is this some kind of a prank?” He frowned, “Prank?” “Yeah.” Because everyone knows that I have a crush on you and they just want to have a little laugh on behalf of Sweet-Potato Emily. He shook his head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Emily-Mae.” He looked genuinely clueless, he seemed far too honest for it to be acting. He slowly climbed the steps to my door.

" Chelsea said but paused when she saw his face. The guy was handsome. Yeah, handsome but she didn't have time to drool over him. "Yeah, apology accepted!" He said and looked at her. His headset was already on his neck and his black jelly hair fell over his face. He was dressed casually but yet looking so hot. "Hey Miss, you're crying!" He said and quickly brought out a handshake. He was about to use it to wipe her face when she immediately slapped his hand off. "What do you think you're doing?" She half yelled at him and he looked at her confused.

Urrrgh Roman ,I nudge him in his stomach. He cringes, whisper yell at me "what the hell "the nerve of this guy. The tiny, tiny crush I had on him dies this moment. "what the hell seriously ,are you even listening to me? I am just blabbering constantly to myself for so long thinking my besti and I are in a conversation." I burst at him in annoyance.

And unexpected, he crashed his lips against mine as he kisses me breathlessly. “I love you, Tamara,” He said with so much sincerity after we unlocked from the intense kiss. “I love you more, my celebrity crush,” I replied and we both erupted in deep laughter. . . . The End.

With a sudden, violent movement, his fingers clenched into a fist. Crack. The sound echoed in my chest. He didn’t just break the card—he crushed it with so much force that his own skin split open. Blood dripped from his palm, bright red drops staining the cold pavement beneath him.

Hills crying into her husband's arms while he had tears in his eyes. Just then, Shelley's phone announced: "Big Crush Bruno's Birthday Tonight!" Shelley's eyes widened, as did Jessie's and her parents'. Shelley knew what was coming next and ran to turn it off, but it was too late. "Don't miss it! You gotta confess your feelings!" She got to the couch and closed her eyes tightly before canceling the reminder. Slowly, she turned and saw the faces she expected to see. "You had a crush on Bruno too?"

Though she couldn’t stop blushing, feeling so stupid in front of her crush. When she came back into the room she found him pouring another drink. He cast a look her way, noting the gold chains back upon her. “That’s better,” he stated a bit gruffly, leaning his tight, round ass back against the dresser behind him and sliding a hand down over his rocky abs. “Did you take the pill I left you at least?” he asked, and then very unceremoniously undid the top button of his jeans. She couldn't see anything but for the way he slid his fingers down into the gap so lewdly.

“I got my hopes crushed by my crush. That made me hate basketball completely. After he turned me down, I quit basketball and I was soon focused more on football. It was in a practice like this one right here, when he walked up to me.” “Hmm… okay..” I said, enjoying the story completely. “So, who's this prince charming that came through for you when you had been crushed by your crush?” “Look on the pitch, he's right there.” She said pointing in the distance towards a blond, muscular dude who seemed like he could keep playing till the next day. “That's Jett. He's a really sweet soul, just too sweet.” “Yeah… he seems so…” I replied half-heartedly as all that kept ringing in my mind was the time