My Crush Nodded At Me Novelas e Histórias

She met my gaze steadily and nodded once. “I can explain.”

I place my hands on his shoulders and take a deep breath. "Maybe...Maybe I can make it easier on the both of us and just go." I begin moving back but his hands on my back tighten. "No. I'm okay. I promise, Kelly. A little crush isn't going to ruin everything. I'll be okay. Just...stay." I smile down at him. "You have a crush on me?" I poke his cheek and he rolls his eyes. "Yes. And you have one on me." "I do." "And you want me."

And uncertainty. "Yeah, she's... well, I... I think she has a little crush or something," I finally say, without having a clue about what his reaction is going to be. I can almost see his muscles contract, "And that has nothing to do with you, she's just a girl." He starts to shake his head in denial.

I took a sip of my cola and tried to look serious but still, the giddy feeling from having my crush liking me made me look crazy. “You don’t even look serious right now!” he snapped and my eyes widened a little but as I controlled my expression and said “That is because I am so happy that you like me.” “I know you don’t! I heard you telling someone that you like ‘em!” okay, so when did he do that? “And who is this person?” “You don’t know?” his sarcasm was screaming. “Well, I know and that’s you.” I said and took another sip of my cola and ate chips.

After the bumping incident, every time we’re passed each other I always tried to manage a smile at him or greeted him. Sometimes he smiled back a little, some other times he just nodded cooly. But that was okay. As long as I get a slight response from him, I am totally fine. Well. I don’t really mean to get close to him, but that’s just me. I just can't help myself to try to get my way to someone I have a crush on and never had enough patience to continue having a crush on someone I don’t know. And counting the last summer break, I already have a crush on him for more than four months without approaching him in any way.

We could just blame it on the wind or the dust, for our absent speech. "Well she has a big crush on you", I spoke, and he looked at me as if he wasn't surprised. "Is that really surprising that she likes me?", he asked, again seeing my stance on the situation. "Surprising to me?", I asked him and he nodded his head, waiting for an answer. "That every freshman and sophomore has a crush on me", he spoke cocking his head back and taking a seat on the stool that was next to mine. The intensity of our eyes filled up and we were far from leaving this site unaffected.

I wanted to run away and stay in his presence at the same time, it was almost like I had a crush on him. The thought made my heart sink into my stomach as realization made my eyes nearly pop out. I did have a crush on Aaron Walsh. And I had no idea how that happened. “You up for some lessons later today?” he asked calmly. I blinked, swallowed and simply shrugged. “I'll let you know if I am.” He nodded, “okay,” then promptly turned away. I met Rose's perplexed gaze, “why do you look like you swallowed a toad and what lessons is he talking about?”

I told him. He took a deep breath and nodded to me. "Alright. Let's talk tomorrow," he said, then slightly pulled me closer to him. I felt my heart skip a beat when I felt his lips on my forehead. "Good night," he said, then completely let go of my hand. I nodded to him, and I felt butterflies playing inside my stomach. I looked up at him before I spoke. "Good night," I told him before I finally entered my room. He stayed in front of the door, looking at me, until I closed the door. I almost leaned against the back of my door when I remembered him kissing my forehead. I feel like I'm a high school student that his crush noticed!

The scent of roses, dash hard against my nostrils, his man musk, filling my senses up, that I somehow forget I'm being taken through a journey of shame for a minute. My head only gets to snap out, when I hear his heavy metal door wing open, with the icy wind greeting my skin over again. “Ooh God, what will my crush think about me?” I wail, bending my face in shame, as he lets me down over the cold tile. I fought but lost, I twisted but his grip had me stiff like iron. What will the girl who has eyes on me think? “You have a crush ?“ I hear him speak, shooting my eyes at him, while he stands looking directly at me.

It was very short nightwear that barely covered my bum; my nipples were hard and poking through the material of my dress. “I really loved kissing you earlier…” My cheeks heated up in embarrassment at my own words. I tucked my hair behind my ears and tried again; here goes nothing. “I’ve always had a crush on you, Noah. For the longest time…” I shrugged. “Frankly, since the first time we met…” He shook his head. “No, no, no…” Each ‘no’ was like a dagger twisting in my heart. “That’s terribly wrong…” I gasped for air.