He Shouldn't Have Been Standing There Gif Novels & Stories

I ended up stumbling back slightly every so often from his pure strength even as I tried to stand my ground. "You need to ground yourself," He had told me, shoving my legs with his feet to correct my stance, "Your centre of gravity needs to stay still and firm, I can’t knock you over if you don’t let me." "Yeah, but I’m sure you’d find it hilarious." "Maybe just a little bit." "Asshole."

He’d known the whole time. “I—I—” “If you’re going to stare, you should at least take a video.” Heat and amusement mingled in his voice. “That way you can enjoy it later.” I ran. Straight out of the gym, his dark laughter chasing me up the stairs and into the bedroom, where I pressed my back against the door and flattened my hand over my racing heart. I didn’t know how long I stood there, failing to eject the image of Keanu from my mind. I nearly jumped out of my skin when a knock sounded.

I walked toward him. He coughed, then slowly, he took three steps backward. I folded my arms. “...Really?” He tried to look innocent. “What?” “You just moved.” I almost yelled. He furrowed his eyebrows. “I did no such thing.” I lifted an eyebrow. “You literally walked backwards.” “I was stretching.” My voice was deadpan. “You took three steps.” “My legs needed exercise.” I sighed. “I am not contagious.” “I know.” I gestured at him. “Then why are you standing over there?”

So it wasn't surprising that he was taken aback. Joshua looked at me affectionately and said, "I miss you, Tiff. Why didn't you wait for me back in the village?" Despite years of not seeing each other, I couldn't help but let out a laugh in disbelief. He was still so shameless. I asked, "Do we know each other? Stop trying to make it seem like we have any connection to each other! I'm warning you—bother me again and I'll call the police on you!"

sounded. He stood up. and—my goodness! He was so tall and so confident-looking. He flipped his long hair away from his face. Oh… my! How could someone look this good? "No problem, man. Next time, look where you're going," he said, and he walked off. Not even looking back. Should he have looked back? No. Not a chance. Not even in my dream. My hand subconsciously held the part of my other fingers where his hands had brushed. Oh my! I knew I was being so stupid right now, drooling over—

His teammates stood behind him, some of them smirking. Instead of concern, a small, amused smile appeared on his face. “You should probably pay attention to your surroundings,” he said casually. My heart sank. “I—I’m sorry,” I stammered, struggling to sit up. He let out a short laugh. “Sorry for what?” he replied. “You’re the one standing where you shouldn’t be.” More laughter followed. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I quickly grabbed my bag, avoiding eye contact. My hands trembled slightly as I stood up.

I stated. He nodded and stood up. “Just a minute,” he said and headed for the stand. I watched him as he greeted some people on his way to the bar, and how he ordered at the stand. Just then, a soft and close voice rang in my ears. “Don’t take that drink,” it said.

“I know.” My stomach flipped. “Why? Why did you want me to come down?” “Because I—” He stopped. Set down his glass and stood up. “I keep seeing it. You falling. And I keep thinking what if I’d been one second slower.” “But you weren’t.” “I almost was.” He moved into the light and my breath caught. He was shirtless, wearing only thin sleep pants that hung low on his hips. “I was on the other side of the fucking site. I heard yelling and just if I’d been anywhere else—”

I smiled. "Sure, but I will not be this nice," he said, standing up to glance at the CCTV before walking away. "Damn, bastard!"

What the hell was he doing there? I tilted my face slightly to confirm my hallucination but indeed it was true,he stood majestically beside me,his usual stoic face had calmness though it couldn't be mistaken as a smile but he didn't look scary either.Perhaps he didn't want the old lady Gina to doubt on his 'real business'.