Flirting With The Eyes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But I shook at the thought, I put it aside and turned to Alforo. "What Riani? Can I?" he said, wondering. My lips were apart, and my eyes narrowed at him. At the same time, he's looking at me and smiling devilishly. "Tss..." "You're not even serious, you can't even flirt, just fuck Alforo," I whispered the last He licked his lips, frowning as his eyes met mine. It matched those sceneries, especially darkness. And it blended well, like a mixture of abstract you can't easily repel.

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

Is allowed to touch you, you belong to me and me alone’ our faces were so close, his eyes started glowing red ‘It that’s the truth then do it, make your claim on me right here, right now’ He had a conflicted look on his face ‘I won’t be able to hold back’ I leaned forward and whispered in his ear ‘maybe I don’t want you to hold back’ I bit his ear lobe. He pulled me back and we locked eyes, he was probably looking for any uncertainty in me. When he found none he crashed his lips into mine.

This is the best first compliment a flirty guy has ever given me, especially because I haven't seen his eyes going down to my tits even once. He's good. Genuine. Hot. So, I lift my mojito to have a toast. "And you, for being the perfect subject to bring my vision to life," I add, making him smile too, so hard his eyes go small. It's very cute, "Don't look away from my eyes or it's seven years of bad sex for both of us." "Shit!" he exclaims before opening his eyes as far as they go and lock eyes with me. I laugh, "Hey, don't look away, this is serious."

he rolled his eyes, smiling nonetheless. “Yes. Only yours,” I flirted, making him laugh. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

R18. Warning: some of the scenes are inappropriate for the young readers. *** My eyes were blurry but it came to its contact when I saw the red ruby eyes. She pushed me gently in the bed and went on top of me. I am suprised because she knows this stuff. She quickly took off her coat and also her pants, making me look at her turtle neck and underwear. She was smirking at the sight of me and quickly licked her lips slowly. God, how the hell we end up in this situation? We are just talking about stuff and she keeps flirting with me so I kissed her on the lips because she keeps flirting with me and also by the fact that I'm a little drunk that I don't know what I'm doing.

I smell something like candles I hear music start playing 'It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice? Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you " What's going on?". I ask curiously , I feel someone suddenly wrap his hand around my waist, it was Luther. "What's happening?" I whisper He whispers back "Just go with it". He leads me to a slow dance

I said gently. “I’m grateful for this one. It makes us feel closer.” “I thought we were judging makeup choices, and not flirting?” “Is that what you call the strip-club conversation?” he asked. The floppy rim of my hat moved, and I found myself staring into blue, blue eyes. “This is flirting, Olivia.” he said, his fingers holding my hat away from my face. We stared at each other motionless for several heartbeats, till the wind picked up suddenly, blowing my hair in my face.