I Can T Take My Eyes On You Novels & Stories

wait Is that hate in his eyes?

I can't show him the tears that slide down my eyes. ************

Having Trevor in my mind, his are the only eyes upon me. I can do this.

I sadly add. "I sorta can," Nate shocks me by saying. I look at him with large eyes until he elaborates. I was pleased to see he face was clear tonight, no glasses of any kind guarding his eyes, which he blushed madly about when it was the first thing I said to him when he got into my car. "I can see better in the dark. Bright lights are what irritate my eyes. But when it's dark, I can see outlines of things. Like if you put up your fingers," he reaches down and grabs my hand in his and my breathing instantly hitches in my chest, "I can tell you're holding up three of them."

"But you told me not to come back after the operation." "It's because I want you to be present when the doctor removes the bandage from my eyes," he explained, smiling. "I want you to be the first person I see that day." "That will make your mother cry." "My mother would understand. She's the most understanding woman on the planet. And you did sound like her at times. " Angela smiled as she said, "And that must be a pain in your ass." "Not at all. Your voices, on the other hand, inspire me to fight for hope. Angela, you inspire me to travel the world again. And I'd like you to be here by then. "

He stepped closer to me, his face morphed into a look that looked like he wanted me to run or something. “Leo, leo,” I said in a sing song manner, my lips curved into a smile that looked nowhere near real. “You didn’t possibly expect someone without eyesight to cheat on you.” I stood up at that, looking straight into his eyes as I said the next few words. “Or rather, let me rephrase that…” I trailed off and the tension in the room rose even more. “You don’t expect someone — your mate— who you took away her corneas and gave them to your girlfriend who’s her sister…” I stopped talking to take a better look at his awestruck face.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

so damn beautiful. The first time I saw those hazelnut eyes filled with pain, something in me shifted. I wanted—no, needed to be the one to take that pain away. To replace every scar with happiness. I didn’t think twice about carrying her in my arms that night or letting her kiss me in front of everyone. I didn’t care who saw it. Let them talk. Who would dare challenge me in the middle of the night anyway? I held a kind of power people only fantasized about.

I ask, watching as he teases me playing with it. "Right now, nothing, go look" He points forward and I freeze, it is beautiful, we are right at the top of the mountain looking down at the sea and the beaches, it was stunning. Sean moving, standing behind me, his arms wrapping around me. "There is beauty in everything, we are so busy in our lives, we forget to open our eyes and take in the beauty of the world" "Imagine if you were blinded tomorrow, never to see again you would wish you had your eyes open more"

Amelia remained exactly where she was, her fingers wrapped tightly around her glass, though she had no intention of taking another sip. She could still feel the adrenaline coursing through her body. Daniel had walked away. He should have been gone. Instead, he lingered near the bar, his conversation with the man beside him appearing secondary to the repeated glances he sent in her direction. Every few moments she found herself looking up without meaning to, only to discover his eyes already waiting for hers.