Ma He's Making Eyes At Me Novels & Stories

**** With his bare feet propped on the side table and his computer on his lap, He looked so peacefully and relaxed that he kept distracting me from my show. "you are staring" he murmured, his gaze on the screen of his computer. I stuck my tongue out for him. "is that a sexual suggestion Miss Ella?" "How do you see me while staring at whatever you are working on?" he looked up and then caught my gaze. His blue eyes blazed with power and heat. "i love your shorts" he says laughing now “You and me both Mister” He regards me for a while before finally speaking “Have you ever been in love before Ella?”

I just want to yank it away. Part of me is worried I have killed the mood somewhat with my breakdown. I don’t see how he is going to want to fuck me with red buffy eyes and snot all over my face. I roll my eyes my world is falling apart, and I’m distracted by his thick member pressing into me.

Slimmer though, but still muscular looking, with wide shoulders and a stance like he was about to charge into war. He was... really hot. That's all I could think as we stared into each other's eyes. I'd never seen eyes like his. Seafoam green surrounded by lashes so dark orange; they looked almost brown. I wonder what color your baby's eyes would be. I bet they'd be like his. I shook my head. Focus. "Hi." I finally say, breaking the heavy silence. My voice seems to awaken something in him, because as soon as that one word slips from my mouth he's taking long strides towards me, staring into my eyes the whole time.

How the hell does he make chewing sexy? Suddenly, he looks up, catching me staring at him. I peel myself off the doorframe at once and clear my throat, trying to act like I haven’t been eyeing this attractive man like he’s a candy while he eats. Dominique smirks, briefly running his eyes over my body as he settles his gaze on my face.

You better believe I thought I was going to die then and there from a heart attack. He walked closer and closer, only stopping right in front of me, “I see you like to close your eyes when you scream, we can’t have that, now can we” He says as he turns around and grabs a couple of weird things, turning back to me he holds my eye open, I begin to scream in shock, he inserts something cold and hard, then he turned slightly and does the same on my other eye. I try to blink but I can’t my eyes are wide open now and starting to burn.

He responded, leaning down into me, “Won't be a loss. At least not for me.” “Wanna try?” I stared at him intently, the air around us getting heavier. “As much as I love our little squibble, don't think I don't know what's going on in there” I rolled my eyes, “You're free to think whatever you want” “Firstly, never roll your eyes at me, unless you want them gouged out. They're too pretty for that though” I could feel the color drain from my face, watching him examine my eyes like some lab product,

he mocked face of horror and feigned heart attack. "Far way more than you. C'mon you have to admit it. It's finer than you and your eyes," she's so obsessed with his eyes to which Mashkur always ask himself if there is anything special about it. It's just normal black obs that people have. "Aww, she admitted that my eyes are so beautiful," he fan-girled and a huge grin etched on his full lips. He looks happy, like he wasn't the one that wanted to rip someone's throat just some hours ago.

His gaze is so serious that I look away. “Who is blushing now?” he chuckles, making me blush even more. Oh! No, he is not going to win, I started this teasing. “Me? Blushing? No way, I don’t do that.” I say, still looking at the pitch darkness outside, I take a really long and deep breath before turning to face him. I find him smiling so widely, he thinks he has won against me, he is mistaken. “It’s just that your eyes…” I pause and stare so deeply in them, I see his pupil falter a bit. Yes! It's working, I smile.

“Izzу, рlеаѕе, lооk аt me.” Mу еуеѕ flicked uр frоm thе ѕhееt to lock with hіѕ, ѕаdnеѕѕ radiated іn hіѕ оwn, and I gаѕреd wаtсhіng a tеаr еѕсаре and roll dоwn hіѕ cheek.

he began, his voice cutting through my thoughts, "if someone saw how you're staring at me so intently, they might think you've fallen deeply in love with me." "Love? Oh, please!" I scoffed, sitting up straight and rolling my eyes. He didn’t turn around, yet he managed to maintain eye contact with me through the mirror. It felt almost like hypnosis; I was completely lost in those hazel eyes. It took me a moment to regain my composure, and when I did, he chuckled, amused by how easily I had succumbed to his gaze.