His Eyes Dilate When He Looks At Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

Under the dim light, the man’s beautiful pair of eyes looked as deep as the sea with a deadly fatal allure, as if they could suck people in. “Harry?” Sienna almost bit her tongue. She overreacted like a cat who was suddenly frightened, and her beautiful pupils were so dilated that they were big and round. Harry leaned closer to her and let out a low laugh as he said, “Nene, there is a study that says people’s pupils will only dilate when they see someone they love. You’re looking at me like this now. Do you love me?”

I don’t miss the tingle the shoots up my arm when my fingers make contact with her skin. She freezes and her eyes snap to mine. I drop my hand quickly but I can’t take my eyes off of hers. I notice how her pupils dilate ever so slightly, the blue darkening a touch. My eyes flicker down to her soft lips that are parted a little bit before returning to hers.

He smirked down at her when she smiled softly at him. Their eyes locked and she could see how dark his eyes were. Every time she looked into his eyes, she found them usually dark. Though the colour was already dark, his dilated pupils made it darker and even hotter. The look in them always made her nervous and she still wondered what was so special about her that made him look at her like that. “And the case?” She looked away and held the jug to fill a glass of water for him. She fetched it for him and gave him her full attention.

“It’s good that way.” “I’m glad you’re fine.” I blurted out and met his eyes, taking in his surprise and relaxation at the same time. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, drawing my attention to his eyes. His pupils were dilated, and the beautiful chromatic silver rings around hos irises appeared to have widened in the slightest. He let out another raspy sigh before speaking again.

I shrug, looking away to escape the intensity of his blue eyes. Does he know that whenever he gives me that knowing or naughty look, his pupils dilate? I see that. The black dot in his eyes becomes larger and his iris turns even darker. His eyes look even more beautiful that way. The darker they become, the more intensity they hold of his emotions. “You won’t, don’t worry,” I hear him say, holding my hand, “Now, let’s go.” He leads me to the table and we sit together. I ask him about the place but he keeps it a secret. I do not even mind and proceed to talk with him on random topics.

He inhaled sharply and her smirk deepened. "Untie me," His deep growl filled the void with ease and graced the air with humming goosebumps. Her hazel hues snapped up to meet his eyes. His jaw was clenched, and those thick brows scrunched in anger. The veins in his neck popped out but what got her attention was his eyes. The pupils were dilated to such an extent that jade green remains just the rims. The look in his eyes was wild. "But you look good this way," She mused.

His eyes do not roam on my body like before, just stare into my eyes with that soft emotion in them, mixed with the darkness that can scare anyone but me. I feel overwhelmed when I find his pupils dilated, letting me know how I affect him. Reward the book with your gems if you liked the chapter. And remember, this book has daily updates. Two times a day.

I dropped his hand immediately. When I looked up, those sharp blue eyes of his were already on me. His gaze was sharp yet dreamy. Like the light in them had dipped. I swallowed, my heartbeat unsteady in my chest. Do friends look at each other like this?

Until he saw me. His gaze dragged over me slowly, and it almost felt like he was touching me. From the tops of my thighs to my stomach, chest, to my flushed face. And then he met my eyes. My lungs forgot how to work. Every part of me felt like a lit fuse, sparking under the intensity of that look. His pupils were dilated. This man wanted me as much as I wanted him. Now it was just a game of cat and mouse. Who gave in to taking a bite of the forbidden fruit first.

My voice hardly sounds like my own as I breathe out, “Why won't you just tell me what you want from me?” For a long moment, he doesn't utter a sound. Instead, he watches me thoughtfully as he tucks a hand into his pocket. His eyes are glassy, his pupils dilated. Oddly, his green irises are more captivating than usual, like sunlight filtering through leaves after a storm.