She Keeps Staring At Me Novels & Stories

Her doe like black eyes shined with the colorful disco lights above, the wild song playing on the stereo suddenly turned softer when our eyes met. I lowered my glasses, I slowly licked my lip and stared at her and she doesn't seem to be bothered. I saw her staring at me too, sipping the Reagane she was holding and staring. "The cruelty of ganda a, staring at you, if I stared at you I might be staggering." My lintek brother whispered so I turned my attention to it. I came face to face with the woman again and saw that she was talking to someone else so I frowned more and looked at Kuya badly.

She couldn't decipher my footsteps and my figure standing at the door. Leaving me bewildered on what's going through her mind? I clear my throat. “Hmmn.” She stirs and looks up to see me eye balls deep staring at her. She rises from the floor quickly. “Adrain you're back hmh… how long have you been staring at me?”

Although, I was pretty sure she was the cam girl who was wrapping a blanket around Keene’s thin body right now. “Can you please stop staring at me?” I blinked to her annoyed voice. “I-I’m sorry.” I stammered. I met her gaze and her brows were still knitting together. “I was just thinking.” I developed a bad habit of staring at someone while I was in deep thoughts, and it was not impressive—it was cheeky. “Is he okay?” “How does it any of your business?” Her tone was sharp and not friendly. If she had annoyed voice earlier, now she was pissed off as American would say.

She has been doing this thing when she stares at me with dreamy eyes. Maybe there is a weird stain on my abs, I run my hand over my stomach, and look at it, but there is nothing. “Maya, are you okay? Why do you keep staring like that?” “Like what?” She swallows a gulp. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” I just chuckle and put on my shirt. “Don't leave this room, okay? And don't try to search anything on the internet!” I bang the door shut, and breathe out in relief. I can't stop pretending now, I lean against the wall and run my fingers through my hair.

“Uh-huh. With puppy eyes and talk of pancakes and toast. Completely innocent.” I turned back to the stove, but I could feel her eyes on me. Again. It wasn’t the first time I had caught her staring lately, and every time she did, it sparked something in me—curiosity, maybe even a quiet pride. But mostly, it just made me want to stop what I was doing and kiss her. I glanced over, catching her gaze. “You’re doing it again.” She blinked. “Doing what?” “Staring. Drooling, actually. Want me to grab you a napkin?”

Suddenly she opens her eyes and looks at me, clearly confused to have found me staring. "Mr. Black?" she says. I blink, turning away from her. I can't believe I let her see me staring like that. I can only imagine what my expression looked like as I stared at her. What is it about this woman that has been making me do strange things today? It hardly makes sense, and yet I know there is a lot more I would do just to watch her face light up, to watch that pure joy fill her expression. "Rides make you really happy, don't they?" I say.

There was just this calmness on her face that brought a different kind of calm to my heart. God! I'll fight to the ends of the earth if it means me keeping this girl. “You're staring too hard.” How did she know I was staring? Wow… “You're probably wondering how I knew you were staring. I could literally feel the holes boring into my skin from your gaze.” I stared at her with a raised eyebrow. “Wow. Should I give you a wand?” She let out a short hearty laugh, spared me a glance and turned her head back to the TV.

Curves where I hadn’t expected them, fire in her stance that made it worse. I caught myself staring longer than I should have, and the heat in my chest almost startled me. She noticed. Of course she noticed. Her eyes narrowed instantly. “You creep. You stalker. What the hell are you looking at?” Heat hit the back of my neck, but I forced a cough and dragged my gaze back to her face. “Relax. I’ve seen worse.” “Keep staring and you won’t be seeing at all,” she shot back, sharp as a blade.

I grinned as I listened to her. I don't know how to tell her that she looks amazing in everything. Her luscious lips and deep ocean eyes are all it takes to arouse my desire. "I feel nervous when you concentrate your heated gaze on me, so please don't stare at me." This woman is completely insane. Even though I've known her for seven years, she still becomes tense when I give her an affectionate glance. "Samuel, I'm not going with you if you don't stop staring at me." She threatened me.

She is just staring at it with her dark eyes. “You should eat.” I mutter. She doesn’t answer and on closer inspection I see she has a slight glaze to them. She was linking someone. “LOLA!” I yell at her. She blinks a couple of times and then looks at me, the glaze gone. “Who were you talking to?” Her dark eyes connect with mine and she just stares at me. “I need you to answer me.” She continues to stare, tilting her head a little to the side. As the sunlight catches her, I notice she looks a little grey.