Crush Quotes About Him Novels & Stories

"They never bargained on my little angel getting her knickers in a bunch and going the fuck off. And since she's in it, now I'm in it, and I don't fucking lose. Especially not against some pampered assholes who like playing with voodoo dolls and shit." Aaaand he was off again. If my life wasn't in the toilet, this guy would be someone I could spend the whole day just shooting the breeze with. It's a shame I had to meet him at a time like this and under these less-than-stellar circumstances. For someone as strong as him, I can only imagine how he sees me.

Oh, gosh I am so stupid. I looked away. He was staring too much, watching my every move like a predator. “Can you look away?” I asked “Why? When I’m looking at what’s mine,” his husky and deep voice sent some signals to my brain. Oh lord, help me. “You shouldn’t have fought,” I said helplessly “it could ruin your career you know,” “I fought for a good cause, and so it wouldn’t ruin anything,” he said before frowning suddenly “and you, you were you going to console him?” He gritted angrily

Typical Jamaal, I decided to ask him the one question that has been lingering on my mind. Me: Who do you like, is it me or your crush? Two minutes passed, three minutes also passed. I tapped my fingers on my laptop as I waited for his reply. Mystery man: To be honest with you, I'm in a dilemma concerning this. You are my crush to and I like you both. Me: Ouu.... I like you too, I think I'm attached to you. I groaned after I clicked on sent, won't that make me sound cheap.

if only mum knows that he happens to be my crush from highschool well he seems good, you know I haven't worked with him yet we just melt today so I don't know how good or bad he is yet. I definitely wasn't lying about that, because we might have gone to the same highschool but we didn't know each other more than the name, so I really wasn't lying when I said I don't know how good or bad he is yet.

We three made our way towards the entrance of A block through the stairs as the lift is almost full. " So , what's up ?" Harish asked , I raised an eyebrow at him. " I saw the status." He replied with a teasing smile. " Oh!" That's the only word that left my mouth. " Should I help you?". This guy!!! He's making me blush! " No need! He's just a crush and nothing else." I tried to be stern. " Yeah yeah , just a crush whose closeness with a girl made you hate her to the core and whose smile makes your heart flutter.

After a few days of him ignoring and avoiding me, he just now made I took a deep breath. Reply Do I have her? But why? Me: I'm sorry I can't see you, miss. I'm about to put down the cellphone when it vibrates. Ethan: ouch, aray, grief, depression, grief, pain Ethan: update miss Ako: ? Ethan: update if you crush me yet #crushbacknmnjanlods Ethan: but if you crush me, well I'll crush you back immediately Me:

I heard more noise coming from the other end, and this time it sounded like an endless stream of talking and explaining. “Fuck!” I flinched when I heard his loud curse followed by a crash. My eyes widened when I saw his phone crushed on the floor. “Sir?” he looked at me dead in the eyes. I was pretty sure I wasn’t breathing. Is it my fault? “He cancelled the meeting.” He said, walking past me and entered his office. I followed him and watched his every move. He opened another door from the corner of his office and entered inside and when he stepped out, he’s holding a glass and a bottle of liquor.

“If you have something to say, say it.” “Could you possibly have a crush?” Once again, shock rolls through me as her words dangle in the air between us. Crush. Did I have a fucking crush? No. I didn’t. How could I possibly have a crush on someone I barely knew? “I know that Trina really hurt you in the past, but you can’t…” “Don’t bring her up,” I growl, slamming my hand on the table. “Things with Trina have been long over.”

What did I drink, minutes ago? My crush didn’t smile. He just looked at me—no, through me—with that low, unreadable gaze that made my skin feel too tight. “Couldn’t reach?” he asked casually, holding out the peanut butter. His voice was like bourbon and thunderstorms. Gosh.. I can't breathe. I nodded, barely managing words. “Shelf’s rude. Too tall.” my voice came out squeaky. He raised a brow. “And yet you were ready to climb it like a mountain goat.”