Just By Looking At Him Novels & Stories

Maybe, just maybe, talking with him was nice. I glanced sideways at him, trying to be subtle about it. He was just sitting there, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding a cigarette, staring out the windshield like there was something deep and profound going on in the parking lot. He really was good-looking. Not just in the “hot guy who knows he’s hot” kind of way, but in this annoying, effortless kind of way. His jawline looked like it was carved with some god-tier level filter. His lashes were dark, thick, the kind girls pay good money for. Even just sitting there in a hoodie, he looked like someone who belonged on a poster.

Our eyes met for a second but it was enough to make my heart beat a little faster. He sat a few seats across from me, not too close but close enough that I could feel his presence. It’s strange, isn’t it? How you can feel someone without even touching them. The train started moving again. I tried not to stare but my eyes betrayed me. He looked effortlessly handsome, like he didn’t have to try. Sharp jawline, a faint shadow of stubble, dark hair that brushed his forehead. He looked tired but in that kind of way that made him even more attractive.

His legs spread wide, knees parting like he owned every inch of the room… well he does though. And my eyes dropped where they shouldn’t have, and it was there to my right at eye level, the thick bulge straining against his expensive pants, only inches from my face. I bit my lip hard to stay quiet. He looked exactly like the picture they showed me, but goddamn, the photo didn’t do him justice. He wasn’t some old forty-year-old monster. He looked younger and sharper, all his dark hair and hard jaw, the kind of man who made women stupid just by walking past.

That’s when I saw him. Across the room, at a table near the main entrance, a man sat alone, a half-eaten sandwich forgotten on his plate. He was handsome, undeniably so, with dark, neatly combed hair and strong features. But it wasn’t his looks that caught my attention. It was his gaze. He was looking directly at us, at Gayle and me, and his eyes held an expression I couldn't quite decipher. Hurt, maybe? A flicker of something akin to longing, quickly masked.

He looks really handsome, he is really handsome. His form always brings my eyes to the way his waist narrows down and he looks like someone that would have abs. A very slim stomach with abs. I could drool over that. Greg walks off sipping his drink and i watch him go. I have set the stage, i just need to wait for the cast and crew to show up.

Indeed as I turned to my right to look, there he stood. He looked like he did in my dreams; tall, brooding, menacing, dangerous and hot. He had his eyebrow up in a smug manner and his lips in a small smirk. He saw me look at him and he winked so quickly and discreetly I wondered if I imagined it.

He is looking at me intensely and I think, ''My god no one should be able to look that good. He is wearing a dark blue suit that seems to shimmer in the starlight. Although nothing ever seems to shine as bright as his eyes. I walk to him nervously, but I keep looking into his eyes. At that moment It feels like there is nobody else there, it is only me and him.

He has tattoos on his sleeves that catch my attention. He looked so cool and intimidating. He has a perfectly sculpted jaw. His eyebrows are thick with a pair of almond intimidating eyes. A pointed nose and red lips. I think God was very inspired while making him. He's just too perfect! Did I praise him a lot? It's just, there's so much words to describe him. I can't help it. I walked towards his direction. He noticed that I'm looking at him and also walking towards his direction so, he stopped and looked at me annoyingly.

“Don’t give me that look, he’s hot I can guarantee that.” “Thanks but I’ll pass.” “Are you sure you don’t want him? You haven’t even seen him yet.” she said and I nodded not looking at her, “Oh there he is by the drinks with the white shirt and jeans.” Out of instinct I raised my head and I have to give it to her, he is hot. He has a mop of light brown hair on his head and I can see his eyes are a beautiful shade of cocoa. He also has a lean athletes body, nothing too built but also not too skinny.

Because he looked… annoyingly good. Clean suit. Dark hair slightly styled back. That same unreadable expression that made people either respect him or fear him. It was unfair honestly, how someone could look like a problem and a solution at the same time. I stood slightly to the side as he spoke to a group of investors, his hand still resting at my waist like I was just another part of his presence, and I found myself staring longer than I meant to. “Why are you looking at him like that,” I muttered to myself quietly, snapping my gaze away, but it was already too late because my brain had already noticed how grounded he looked in that space, like he didn’t just enter rooms, he anchored them.