Just By Looking At Him Novels & Stories

Af if he sensed me staring, he raised his head and met my eyes. As I gazed into his eyes, I felt an inexplicable jolt. His piercing stare seemed to see right through me, yet I couldn’t look away. His chiseled features were like something out of a dream – sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that curled into a subtle, enigmatic smile. His skin was deathly pale, but it only added to his ethereal beauty. His dark hair was perfectly messy, framing his face like a work of art.

That can’t happen. As soon as I see his black Jeep pull in the driveway, I breathe a sigh of relief and let all the tension run out of me. Just the sight of him makes me happy. The streetlights aren’t bright enough to completely illuminate him, but it’s enough for me to see his light brown hair and broad shoulders. I watch him walk to his front door, marveling at how anyone can look so damn sexy just walking. He just looks so confident and powerful, and I can’t help but squirm a little bit in my seat.

Really looked. He looked different like this. Calm. Not surrounded by chaos or tension. Just… present. And I noticed it. The sharp line of his jaw. The focus in his eyes. The quiet control in the way he sat there. He was handsome, devastatingly so. Compared to few men that I've seen, he was so…. Heat crept up my neck before I could stop it. I quickly looked away. Why am I noticing this now… “That’s the second time you’ve stared.”

For a moment, our eyes lock, and I forget to breathe. He’s handsome. No, breathtaking. His skin is a smooth, golden brown. His beard is neatly trimmed, framing his face perfectly. His eyes, though small, sparkle with a quiet intelligence and calm. He wears a crisp white shirt, paired with faded jeans and spotless white sneakers. On his wrist, a sleek, expensive, looking watch glints under the fluorescent light. I can’t help but notice his broad shoulders and toned arms. There’s a strength in his posture, a quiet confidence in the way he sits.

A sharp jaw, a nose with a slight break in it that had clearly never been fixed to look flawless, and dark hair that fell carelessly over his forehead without any apparent effort behind it. He didn't hold a paddle. He hadn't bid on a single thing all night. He wasn't looking at the stage, and he wasn't looking at Penelope either. He was looking at me. His eyes were dark brown, holding something lazy and openly amused. He didn't look like a man who'd just spent a quarter of a million dollars. He looked like someone who'd tossed a stone into still water purely to watch it ripple. My jaw tightened. I turned back toward the stage, refusing to give him the satisfaction of watching me react.

I took a better look at him and noticed how handsome he looks. he was just wearing a black jeans trouser a white turtle neck long sleeve and a black jeans jacket over it and still he looked breathing with just those three things. I stared at him and wondered how a man this is this handsome and talented could stll be single in a time like this. he met my gaze and I quickly look away. I look else, making sure my gaze doesn't fall on him. In a few minutes, everyone was in the sitting room having a cheerful conversation, but I wasn't with them.

I called him and astonishingly he was already waiting for me outside. I almost ran he was sitting in the car. When he saw me he immediately came out. He was also wearing a black shirt and was looking so handsome and Hot. When i came out I said hello. He was looking at me and wasn't blinking his eyes. Oh God why is he looking at me like that? I was felling embarrassed but i spoke "What? Why are you looking at me like that? Am i not looking good?" He just moved his eyes and without saying a word he came close to me. Oh God he is making me more nervous.

I looked up to see if he was joking. And because he was tall, and because I had to lift my chin higher than usual, the light caught my face fully. He looked down at me. I saw it happen. His breath hitched. His eyes widened slightly. His hold shifted like he had to remind himself not to pull me closer. At that moment, I realized that I hadn’t actually looked directly at him close enough to see the details. He was… good-looking. Annoyingly good-looking. Sharp jaw. Wind-brushed hair. Eyes too intense and too focused on me. A face sculpted like it was made to infuriate people.

How had I missed him before? He looked like he’d been watching me. I felt a heat wave run over me, nervous that I’d done something weird, like maybe talked to myself. But no, I hadn’t. Phew. Still, this guy… he was like a walking advertisement for muscle magazines. He was massive—shoulders like boulders and a body that seemed sculpted from stone. His blond hair was styled in waves, and his face was sharp, with high cheekbones and a straight jawline. I was too far away to see his eyes, but his look was intense. I couldn’t help but stare. There was no denying he was handsome, ridiculously so.

I could feel his eyes fixed on me. “Little one. You look- “ “I know. I shouldn’t have- “ “No. You look beautiful.” I glanced up, and our eyes met. Every time I look into his eyes it feels like I get lost, my pulse quickens. He wore a bootleg jean, a button up shirt and black shoes. His broad shoulders stood out, showing he was strong.