Eyebrow Blink Novels & Stories

His eyes never leave mine. His hands slowly lift up and both thumbs come towards my nose. What is he doing? I just told him it hurts to even touch it. His thumbs gently glide against my nose on either side. I flinch, expecting to feel pain but instead feel a slight tingling, not in a painful way, actually felt kind of nice. Slowly his thumbs glide up and down the outside of my nose, meeting in the middle at the top. His thumbs move from the bridge of my nose, sideways to the middle of my cheekbones, and back again. It's such a simple motion yet it feels so amazing and phenomenal. His eyes never leave mine and mine never leave his, no words are spoken as we carefully watch one another.

I blinked twice, wondering what Brianna meant by her gesture, one I’d never seen before. She pointed to the closet that was only filled with scrub suits. I gasped in excitement after I realized what I did was imitate her blink twice. “If you did this,” I tilt my head too and blink my eyes twice again. “Are you curious or are you asking, baby?” I assured her. Brianna nodded her head. I clapped my hands excitedly upon learning she had a new gesture for communicating. Now, I was thinking about how to ask her what she wanted to know.

I was trying to fix myself while looking at my face in the mirror. Following the number of water droplets from my face was how frequent I blinked my eyes while resisting myself not to cry ever again. My eyes were puffy, and I no longer had any makeup on my face—even a slight shade of lipstick. Now, I couldn’t help myself again but feel self-pity.

Why was my face staring back at me? "Say something, please. You have been staring at that wall for minutes now, and I am scared shitless of how glassy eyed you are. So I am going to need you to take a deep breath, and repeat after me, okay?" Was I talking to myself? I blinked. Then blinked again. My reflection was not blinking. There was a frown on the face instead, and maybe I was the one frowning, but something was weird. What was weird? "She's not responding still. She just keeps blinking like something is in her eye," my reflection said, and my lips parted in surprise.

He was still holding my phone. His eyes met my eyes again. He raised his eyebrow at me. Wow! How did he do that? My eye was looking at his eyebrow, there was a small cut from the front, a little part of the hair was missing on his right eyebrow. It reminded me of a blue-eyed guy. He has also cut on the front part of his right eyebrow. It was looking dam* adorable on him. I heaved a deep sigh and shifted my eyes on the ground. I yawned and I put my hand on my mouth to cover it.

So we keep staring. Waiting to see who blinks first.

He was calming somehow, and I was pulled to him. I was hoping they could offer some help to this crazy situation but instead they came and just stared at me, quizzical looks on their faces. They seemed mesmerized that I was not frozen like everyone else. Mom kept blinking and I started to panic. I messaged Mom, "Can you still hear me?" Just blink once. She stopped the rapid blinking and just gave me one long blink. "Ok," I thought. "Are these guys werecats? Blink twice for no."

He looked no different from an ordinary child who had just fallen asleep. After roughly a few minutes, Elijah's long lashes trembled lightly—a sign that he was about to wake—like butterfly wings brushed again by a breeze, delicate and adorable. His small nose wrinkled slightly, his lips unconsciously pursed, and he let out an extremely soft hum before slowly opening his eyes.

21 | KNOTTING Arther instantly blinked both of his eyelids there in a very fast motion. He couldn't even believe what Kylie just said about to him right on there now. Arther didn't even notice that his lips were right now in a small open position with both of his eyelids wide open.

I took his hand as I plead, trying to make what Rause had taught me – the puppy dog eyes. Caelum blinks and I watched as his eyebrows shot upward, almost disappearing beneath his hairline, a bit of his hair licking his forehead – I might have missed it if I wasn’t looking directly at him but a soon as it happened, his face had diverted back to that impassive one.