Just By Looking At Him Novels & Stories

Or am I a creep for thinking that about a person who definitely can't be younger than thirty? Regardless, I swallow and look at him again. Cookie crumbs land on his white t-shirt, and my gaze gets stuck on his big, perfectly shaped biceps as he reaches out to grab another cookie. Jesus Christ. He is tall, fit, and sunkissed, and his eyes swiftly flash to mine as if he senses me staring. I turn my eyes forward again. Shit, he must have caught me checking him out. When I look at him again, the bastard is knowingly smiling at me.

His earbuds are in and he clearly hasn’t noticed me yet, so I just keep watching. The view from the front is even better. His arms are well defined and the 5 o’clock shadow on his jaw makes him look more rugged. He’s putting something on plates that my stomach rumbles at. It must have been loud enough for him to hear. Because he looks up at me suddenly. His eyes go wide and his mouth drops open.

Luca I don’t know why I bother. It’s not like he looks like someone who wants help from a guy like me. I can tell just by looking at him that he’s out of his element—a sleek car, designer clothes, and this air of… I don’t know, detachment? Like he’s observing everything but not really a part of it.

He smirked and shook his head disapprovingly, rolling his eyes slightly, as if to say, “Nothing.” Today, I sneakily study him a little closer. I wonder if we’ll ever talk, or if we’ll just continue acting like the elephant in the room doesn’t exist. I note to myself that he really is handsome. Black hair in a short style, thick but neat eyebrows, a straight nose, small lips, and graphite-colored eyes. A toned, tanned body, probably a full head taller than me, confident stride, and regal grace.

It’s silly, but I suddenly feel shy, even though I was spreading myself for him less than 5 minutes ago. As we lock eyes, I study him. I’d noticed he was good-looking while I was on stage, but what I hadn’t noticed was his commanding presence. He’s so tall that he looks like a basketball player, and even though he’s dressed modestly, I can see the slight bulge of muscles underneath his white shirt. He clears his throat, and I die a little inside. I’m transfixed, staring at his Adam's apple, when his silvery voice snaps me out of my trance.

“I knew it.” “I didn't say yes.” “You will.” She pulled her phone out and showed me a photo. He looked… normal. Not flashy. Not arrogant. Just quiet. Controlled. His suit was tailored perfectly, but his expression wasn't snug. If anything, he looked bored. And strangely… lonely. I frowned. “That's him?” I asked. “Yes.” “He looks… calm.” She nodded. “He's not creepy. Just private.” My brain started spinning. “How old is he?”

Not as a question. “Don’t.” “I’m not judging.” His voice was quieter than usual, with the smirk absent. “I’ve watched him for too long. And I know what he looks like when something has broken through.” He paused. “He doesn’t look at people. He assesses them, calculates them, then decides what use they are.” He turned to look at me. “He looks at you differently.” I kept my eyes on the water.

I mumbled. I just caught myself staring at him while he was focusing on the fish. His eyes were focused on the fish that he wants. His brows were furrowed and he didn’t care even if his curly hair was almost covering his eyes. So, this is how he looks when he’s paying attention. I suddenly felt my own heartbeat racing so fast while looking at him. He looks quite far from his usual. He usually looks like a devil who doesn’t think about anything except killing people and hitting on every girl he sees. I never imagine him having such an expression like this.

Yes " The moment I walked in my eyes, I couldn't help but scan his attire. I would lie if I said he wasn't looking handsome . Holding a file standing near his desk scanning something in those papers with seriousness . He looks like a model posing for some shoot . His well gel set hair, his perfect shape beard trimmed look giving masculine aura . His suits fit just so damn right . Oh and did I forget to mention his sharp jawline ?? " If you are done checking me out , you can come in " he slammed the file close looking my way . Okay my jaw just dropped because of embarrassment . " Oh please I was checking the huge wind- window behind you "I closed my eyes feeling like an idiot .

"Are you okay?" He repeated again as if it wasn't strange just bumping into him here. "Yeah I am." I mumbled under my breath. It felt unrealistic to bump into him, yes we lived in the same city but far from his street. I'd wanted nothing to do with him and in that short period of time where we had stopped communicating, I could almost swear that I had lost the feelings I had for him but seeing him here now, his hair grown much more, his tan darker and the presence of more tattoo on his arms and chest area, I could see from his short sleeved shirt. His eyelashes were curled upwards and he had tweaked a few of his eyebrow hairs off.