Loving Your Eyes Novels & Stories

I look at him without saying a single word, I've already said it all in one connection. Because… Love is a look plunged into the eternity of who is anchored in your eyes. Just as he and I look at each other. Then I know that that eclipse in her sapphires are also my eyes, I stay there, I won't look the other way, I don't want to look any other way than hers. “Love, Mariané Lombardi”

“I deliberately made myself stay at work, but all that consumed my mind was you. I would find myself dying to get back home to you. Len, you don’t know how I wait for that hug you always give me when I get back home and I just… I love every single moment we spend together, Len. I love listening to you talk and how passionate you are about your job. I love the way you sing around the house and how you take care of everyone and everything you love. “I love the sleepy version of you and how grumpy you get when somebody wakes you before eight in the morning. Let’s not forget your mesmerizing eyes and how shiny they are. Did you know they get shinier when you’re happy? I honestly wouldn’t mind st

And from those eyes I found a light of love that was so beautiful. "Let's eat first, honey. Afterward, then we'll see the bunker." "What's a bunker? I've never seen one in my life." "Later you will find out for yourself." Jack started his first mouthful of me. "Jack, people see," I whispered. "Let it go. They must also have felt loved and loved by their chosen one." "You are very romantic." "And hot, for sure." Jack chuckled. I pinched his arm spoiled. After eating, we walked to the bunker that Jack had meant. I was flabbergasted with amazement and sadness.

I faintly remember one of my married friends back in my kingdom saying something about looking in the eyes during lovemaking sessions. "Love comes in through the eyes," Mary Smithe had said to me. "So you must search them until you find them." His fingers pump faster and faster, an erotic squelching sound echoing in the cave. "Oh God," I moan loudly, trying to keep my eyes on his the whole time. He gives a grin, his eyes blackening with lust.

I was exposing myself, vulnerabilities and all, and it was both terrifying and liberating. "I'm obsessed with the way they crinkle at the corners when you smile, the way they light up with excitement when you're passionate about something. And I'm deeply sorry, but I love the way your eyes roll and turn all erotic during sex. Your eyes are my solace, my sanctuary. I could get lost in them forever." "Who said you can love my eyes?" Allison snapped, her voice like a whip. "You don't have any right to say that, Jayden."

I was not breathing then, not moving only staring at him without blinking. "Yes. I love you. I love you, my precious Gem." He said making me numb with strong emotion. "I am loving you since your existence caught my eyes. I love your eyes which can pull me on my knees. I love your lips, the sweet heaven always left me for more.

" I've been Loving you wrong me all this time and I think it's time that I start to love you right because I need to start being the kind of guy that you see . I need to start seeing me through your eyes." ©#KCMmuoe

She felt a bit weak, and if he hadn't been holding her waist, the water cup in her hand probably would have fallen onto the back seat. He just looked at her like that, the mottled light outside the window looked like it shattered in his eyes. It was like there was nothing else in his eyes except for her. Amelia suddenly remembered a sentence she had read in a book before. The eyes of my lover were the third kind of stunning beauty in this world. Amelia took off her eye mask, the corners of her eyes still a bit red, but there was no panic on her face. She raised one eyebrow, turned her hand, and pressed down on the man's string of red prayer beads...

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

The only time I feel at home is when I close my eyes. Adrian! It was okay because he was there, his presence a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to engulf us. I’m with him, his cold brown-golden eyes staring at me while he gently places his hand under my chin. I leaned into his touch, tears filling my eyes. The love and adoration in those beautiful eyes whenever he looked at me caused butterflies in my stomach. His hand moved to mine, and our fingers intertwined, forming an unbreakable bond that conveyed words without saying anything.