Novel & Cerita She Keeps Staring At Me

she said, her tone teasing but her eyes steady. I leaned back, studying her. "And what should I be seeing?" She smiled faintly. "That depends. Do you want to?" The air shifted. Heavy. Charged. I didn't answer - not with words. Just with the kind of look that says everything a man shouldn't. She looked away first, cheeks flushed, pretending to check her phone. "I think they're staring," she murmured, nodding toward a group nearby. "They're staring at you," I said. "Can't blame them."

I can't keep my eyes off her rear, and I think she knows that I am staring at her. "We need to get to the hall, but if you keep staring at my ass like that, we might have to go back to my room first." She says this, laughing, but if she only knew how bad I want to do just that. I want her so bad that it is almost all I can think about. She is all I want right now.

Right now she is in kitchen making lunch for my friends and i'm watching her by leaning against the door at the entrance of the kitchen. "Stop staring at me" she said without turning around. I can't help i was staring at her the whole time. "I can't help it someone is looking so gorgeous today and I'm unable to turn my gaze away from her" i said moving towards her. She realized my presence behind her, turned around and looked into my eyes and turned her gaze to the other side hiding he blush from me.

I couldn't hold her gaze, so I looked away. Why is she staring at me like that? Is it because of the way I'm eating? Is it so disgusting? I racked my brain for a while but nothing came up. For a while, she kept on glaring and then turned her gaze back to her food. “Do you know why I was glaring at you like that?” she asked taking a handful of eba. “Er.. er... No I don't know” I stuttered She gave me a fleeting glare with lips purse.

And we both laughed. “So, what re we doing next?” She said. “I don’t know” I smiled shyly. Did I forget to mention, I do get a little nervous or rather shy when she stares at me, though I love it but… Ahhh my shy ass. “What about you?” I reappeared her question. “Stay here with you” she said simply. Her eyes falling at my lips, I bit them nervously, as her eyes went back to my face. “I mean it, I could stay here all day just talking and staring at you. Making sure you don’t get suicidal anytime soon or rather never” she said.

Not her; her body. If he was planning on speaking any time soon, he sure wasn't showing it. He stared at her. A cold, hard, menacing stare. One that made her want to make a stupid remark like hey, your staring game is really strong, any chance you could tone it down a notch. Ha ha. A W K W A R D.

I couldn’t tell what she’s thinking at all. “……………” Somehow, she leaned forward and stared at me with a serious gaze— as if she’s trying to take a closer look, as if she’s trying to see through me. Her gaze reminds me of Persia. “………Erm…?” She’d been staring at me for five whole seconds already. It made me all tensed up. There seem to be many things on her mind, but it seems she’s sorting her questions by order. Here comes… “…are you a stalker?”

She’s not looking at anything, just staring at the way the streetlights smear into yellow streaks against the glass. The kind of stare you get when your brain’s chewing on something you don’t want to spit out yet. I’ve seen that look before. Too many times. “Hey,” I say, nudging her knee with mine. “You’re doing that thing again.” She blinks at me. “What thing?” “That thing where you disappear in your own head and forget the rest of us are here. Makes me feel like I’m talking to a ghost, and I’m not signing up for that horror movie.”

Her pace slowed as she passed my car, head tilting, eyes narrowing through her oversized glasses. What the fuck? She kept looking. Not even subtle about it. Just straight-up staring at me like I was a rat in a science experiment. I stared right back. Let my lip curl. Eyebrow raised. Gave her the full, “What the fuck are you looking at?” face. The one that usually makes people back off before I even have to open my mouth. She blinked once. Twice. Then picked up her pace and shuffled along like maybe I was about to throw the car door open and charge at her like a wild animal.

Sighs. “I'll go get you juice.” I hurried back into the kitchen and went back almost immediately with a glass of orange juice. “Here you go.” “Thank you.” She muttered without looking at me. Silence thickened around us… Just the sound of spoon clinking against the plates echoed in the air, my eyes locked on her. “You're going to make me choke on my food if you keep staring at me like that.” She said, not sparing a glance. “You can stare back if you want to. Feels better looking into those seductive eyes."