His Eyes Dilate When He Looks At Me Novels & Stories

His piercing blue eyes were scanning the crowd, a hint of curiosity in their depths. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, and I felt a flutter of butterflies in my stomach. It was as if time had slowed down, the noise of the crowd fading into a distant hum. For a split second, our eyes met. His gaze was intense, and I felt a jolt of electricity pass through me. I quickly looked away, my cheeks flushing with heat.

He smiled when he saw me, one eyebrow lifting as he eyed me in his predatory way. Is he looking at me? or am I hallucinating?

My stomach knots with unease. I lift my head, startled, expecting to see his usual cold expression. But what catches my attention first isn’t his face. It’s his eyes. They glow. A brilliant, unnatural shade of blue. My breath catches. My hands drop from my mouth as I stare, my mind struggling to process what I’m seeing. Am I imagining it? Again? A trick of the dim light? My fingers twitch, instinctively rubbing at my eyes as if clearing them will make sense of the impossible sight.

Jayden replied without hesitation. I looked at him and realized he was being sincere. His beautiful brown eyes looked at me with a sparkle, affecting me more than I could have imagined. I thought he approached me that day because he liked my body. I never imagined he had seen me cry and was moved by it. My heart raced as I saw his pupils dilate while he looked at me. I lowered my head, breaking eye contact in a vain attempt to escape the sensation. I knew how dangerous it was to let myself feel something for him, but despite knowing I was on the edge of a cliff, the fall seemed increasingly alluring.

He looks up when I make an odd sound in the back of my throat. My cheeks heat. It’s not that I’m embarrassed, I’m so fucking turned on I can barely breathe. His pupils dilate as he watches me. He fixates on my eyes. His see everything—every shiver, every harsh breath, every ounce of need pulsing through me. His are now hot with fire ready to combust too.

DATE Looking straight into my eyes, he let out a reassuring smile and dipped his hands into his suit pocket. I was stunned, unsure of what to expect, so I widened my eyes, narrowing them as I studied his features. “And what...” My thoughts were interrupted when he leaned forward. I felt the urge to step backward, but I couldn't. He had this captivating aura that I couldn't resist. It felt like I was pinned to the spot, unable to move. The more I tried, the more frustrated I became. I gave up and stood under his intense gaze, sighing deeply.

I watch the muscle tighten, a vein under his skin bulging slightly before he relaxes. My heart tripping, I catch his eyes. They soften slightly, narrow, and he furrows his brow. Now, he looks at me with an almost inquisitive curiosity. I feel like a bug under a microscope in comparison to him. "Why have you been avoiding me?" he asks.

he repeated in a low tone holding my chin, his face inches away from me. He silently commanded me to stay in this room without talking. His eyes, his hazel eyes shone bright golden color. The golden splex of his hazel eyes seemed to be expanding as he stared harder in my eyes. His pupils abnormally dilated. I broke eye contact but didn’t dare to move. Eventually he let go of my chin and left the room. He was kind enough not to bang the door hard. Taking deep breaths I curled up in the corner of the bed. I don’t want to live here yet I feel home with this stranger.

Amid the conversation, a female in the restaurant giggled, and that sound seemed to catch his attention, drawing his gaze across the room. His eyes met the gaze of a lady nearby, and he winked at her, a playful gesture accompanied by a knowing smile. "Just relax, I'm being subtle. She won't see it coming," he assured the caller, a smirk playing on his lips. But before his conversation could continue further, the sound of Nora's voice sliced through the air, her tone laden with curiosity and a touch of impatience. Alexander's attention snapped back to the present, his focus returning to the reality in front of him.

Look at who truly sees you. His eyes, steel-gray, do not leave mine. They capture my gaze, prevent me from fleeing, even in my mind. I am caught. Completely. I see my reflection in his dilated pupils: a wild creature, hair disheveled, lips parted, face marked by the conflict between anger and a shameful, burning desire.