He's Always Been Her Admirer Novels & Stories

“Of course, she's beautiful. It's expected that she has admirers.” When he said she was beautiful, my heart seemed to tighten at the compliment that he had just thrown her way like that. I wasn't jealous or anything but he had never called me beautiful before. He had never even done anything really nice for me. But every opportunity he had, he got Caila a new dress and took her out to places I had never been to.

But never like this. He’d always admired her, from the first day they met at the resort, he’d found her intriguing in a way he couldn’t explain. But he’d buried it. Told himself it was wrong. Told himself she was untouchable - Raymond’s wife. Even after everything, he still thought she’d never see him that way. That she was just leaning on him because she was broken, because she needed someone to keep her from falling apart. But now, holding her like this, feeling her heartbeat still racing against his chest, he knew. This wasn’t pity. This was something else. Something real.

She said to herself as she removed her jacket. "She's not the same as you, nothing will happen, you'll just be the secret admirer and nothing else. You're just her one friend in a thousand, don't get your hopes too high." She looked at herself in the mirror as she talked to herself. She sighed deeply and was kinda happy to have spent her evening with her. She decided to stay away from her, to prevent her feelings from going overboard and making a stupid move. She changed her clothes and decided to do her work.

The emotional connection I need from her to make that moment truly indelible hasn't occurred yet. "I am prepared," she argues, her voice firm. "I want you, Aiden. I've never felt this way about another man. You're the only one who's gotten this close." A knowing smile curves my lips. "What do you do to other men?" I ask, amusement rumbling in my chest as I press against hers. "Kick them in the shin if they make a move?" She slices me with a cold glare, and I get the answer. Hermione is a master at weaving menacing glares, effective at keeping admirers at bay. I kiss the scowl off her face, and she goes pliant in my arms.

He kissed her, slow and possessive, right there by the car, Paris glittering behind them. And though the city might have been celebrating the rise of a new fashion queen, Adrian Blackwell knew one simple truth—no matter how many eyes adored her, she was his only obsession.

It's an obvious compliment to her appearance. This guy is definitely smitten with her. "He's into you," I whisper to her. "Oh my gosh, no, he's not!" She hurriedly responds. Come on! He first asked what you were up to, then he dropped hints about going out, and he even complimented your looks. It's as clear as day. I'll break it down for her. She shrugs and blushes again. "I don't think so." "He. Likes. You." I persistently argue, determined to change her mind.

It's like she was Made only for him. Her Snow White body glistened under the day dim lighting in the house. He Just sat back to admire the perfection In Front of him. " Are you done staring?" Her teasing voice woke him up from his reverie. She was damn sure that he admired her body, of course,he never hit that from her. He was very vocal with his compliments.

They never had anything better than that, just two people who couldn't get enough of each other. She loved listening to him when he told her about his work. She admired his passion, and how much he loved what he did. His smile, the twinkle in his eyes, the glow on his face, the way his hair fell naturally, and how his beard enhanced his gorgeous face. She was smitten.

He didn't notice her. "Who is that?" He confirmed my suspicions. I gasped. "You don't know your number one fan?" He chuckled and shook his head. "She's your secret admirer. She usually brings Ellah to school every morning and comes to take her from school too. Don't tell me you don't know her." Recognition flashed across his face. "Oh! The black lady?" "Yes." "My secret admirer?" He laughed. "You don't know she is head over heels with you?" He shook his head, shyly.

he didn't want to go the long way so he answered directly. When Crystal heard his answered, she only thought of one man, Jonathan Black. He was sthe only man that has ever rejected her since she showed her interest in him. She had never been rejected before, he was sthe first. Plus she couldn't understand what was so good about Cindy that made Jonathan interested in her. She was just a mere assistant.