Glasses For Reading And Computer Use Novels & Stories

I asked, tilting my head at him. Without turning to face me, “So, you were checking me out.” I scoffed, but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “Obviously. You’re right next to me. It’s hard not to.” He let out a low, amused sound. "Well, I’m nearsighted. I can’t see things clearly from a distance anymore, everything turns a bit blurry. So I have to wear these glasses all the time.” As he spoke, he pushed the frames slightly up the bridge of his perfectly sculpted nose.

What shocked me the most was that she had a pair of glasses on. Wolves have excellent eye sight, and if they ever wear glasses it’s strictly for aesthetic reasons. Not to help with eye sight. However, when she explained that she didn’t want to wear her contacts today, I was confused. “I know, it’s strange, but something happened as a child that caused me to lose a lot of my vision in my left eye. It’s something I wouldn’t care to talk about right now, but I will at another time when we know each other better. I wear contacts most of the time, but when I just want to be comfy, it’s the glasses. Don’t make fun,” she explained.

He was a scheming man! George raised an eyebrow. "Almost all of them are wrong. Who could be so dumb?" "I don't know." She was just happy from reading the stories. "These are even better than novels. I feel like telling them the truth after I see them making so many guesses." George really admired her thinking and asked, "Do you usually read novels?" George knew that Sigrid would read novels on an e-book reader when she was bored. There was less radiation than a mobile phone, and it recreated the feeling of reading an actual book, reducing the damage on one's eyes. Aside from that, she would also put on blue light glasses.

The loneliness that seeped into the silence of his absence was a palpable presence, a weight that pressed down on my heart with each passing day. I blinked my eyes repeatedly, trying to adjust to the harsh light of the computer screen. Miranda's voice echoed in my mind, her gentle reminders about getting glasses a constant background noise to my stubborn resistance. Despite the strain on my eyes, I pushed forward, determined to navigate through the digital maze of files that awaited my attention.

Whenever Flint gets into the subject, it's like the teasing never ends. I just shrugged and changed into my chosen attire- just a simple black sweater because it's so cold in the office I feel like the blast from the air conditioner is always full. I paired it with jeans and ankle boots. Whenever I write, I always wear my glasses. It's hours and hours of facing the monitor so I need to shield my eyes from the possible effects of radiation from the screen. Also, it makes me look smart. I didn't go just yet and just stayed for more. I also occupied my study table and read my book. I do it to calm myself because I can still feel a little bit of panic inside.

Now I can stare all I want and no one can call me out on it. "And stake your claim." He guesses, hopeful, if I'm hearing him correctly. "Damn right," I admit. Rolling us over so he's hovering above me, he takes my face in his hands. He's still not wearing his glasses because we've just woken up so I can clearly see his eyes with nothing in the way. "Can you see okay without your glasses?" "Up close, yeah. I'm near sighted so at this distance, it's not a problem. I just can't see things far away. I actually didn't start wearing them until a few years ago."

"And hospital lighting isn't exactly ideal for design work." "Already thinking about work?" He gave me that knowing look doctors seem to perfect in medical school. "Why am I not surprised?" " I managed my best innocent smile. "Please? I'll take it easy, I promise." "Hmm." He studied my chart for what felt like ages. "Blood pressure is stable... vision improving... alright. But there are conditions." "Anything." "Minimal screen time. No driving - get a car service if you need to go somewhere. Sunglasses outside, no exceptions - your eyes will be sensitive for a while." He fixed me with a stern look. "And if you experience any changes or increased headaches—"

Blood flow to my eyes wasn't smooth, so sometimes my vision was a little blurry, especially when reading or looking at distant objects. I didn't like wearing glasses. But today I was going to work in an office. I would read documents. I would look at a computer screen. I needed my eyes to function properly. I put on the glasses. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. A woman in an oversized man's shirt, a black skirt, a crooked tie, silver glasses, and two buttons undone at her chest. I looked like a secretary in an adult film. But that was okay. This was what I had.

I enter and find him seated by a working desk near the window, a detail I hadn't noticed before. The moonlight casts a soft glow, illuminating every feature of his handsome face as he focuses on his work. I watch as he adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and I can't help but notice how they add to his allure, even if I wish he didn’t. There's just something undeniably captivating about the way they frame his eyes, accentuating their intensity and adding a touch of sophistication to his appearance.

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