She Probably Gives You Butterflies Novels & Stories

There’s something about the way her eyes follow the butterfly, how her lips part slightly… it tugs at something buried deep in me. I take a small step closer, almost without thinking. My fingers brush hers—just the lightest contact—and a jolt shoots through me. She flinches, tiny and fragile in my grasp, but she doesn’t pull away. "Careful,” she murmurs, still focused on the butterfly. That soft sound, her breath catching. My stomach knots; my hands itch to move, to hold, to anchor myself to her. The butterfly flits again, closer to her face. She gasps, stepping forward—and suddenly, she loses her balance.

"Yey! I thought I was the only one who hate math! I'm also bad at math like they ask me one plus one and I will say Two but then they will say it's window!" We all look at her weirdly. "I did not even understand a single thing." Heather said slowly. I scratch my hair. I've been feeling my pockemon on my stomach flying Everytime I see Kingstone. And we've been together in one house since last week! And my butterflies wants to fly out of my tummy! I never felt that before. "That feeling is like you have the urge to "umm-umm". Sigh. I made sure that our path won't cross even though we lived in the same house.

My Butterfly can make me do anything. She is doing some kind of magic on me! And that magic is love, I know. She spanked me again, laughing. "It's so much fun to play with your butts." Now she squeezed them. She is doing nothing except arousing me. I want her right now, but I can't even stop her, or else she will punish me more. Dude! Are you even listening to yourself, you're getting afraid of her punishment. Dam! she is learning from me everything so fast.

I step away and take out my phone, just quickly enough to call up my camera app. The butterfly dithers around her head before it lands, perches and flaps its wings once, twice, three times before it rests, so blue against Violet’s pale blonde hair. I watch my beautiful girl crowned by the beautiful butterfly, my heart full to bursting as so many others flutter around us. Her shock is divine, her expression of wonder so beautifully innocent, and I know it for certain. Violet will love butterflies as much as I do. I can see it in her eyes.

“Hold on, I’ll get you there.” “Eriq, I’m fine,” she says, grabbing my hand. “Huh?” “I’m fine. I think the baby just moved for the first time,” she explains excitedly, rubbing her belly again. “Really?” A wide grin spreads across my face. “Yeah, either that or it was butterflies,” she says with a smile, her eyes locking onto mine. Butterflies? The word sends a flutter through my chest. Does that mean I gave her butterflies? Or maybe it’s the baby, which is still pretty amazing. Either way, it’s a thrilling thought, though I secretly hope it’s butterflies for my selfish reasons.

I asked again and again so she looked at me. "Shut up, Lilie," she threatened so I just laughed and waited for her to say something. I waited a few more minutes before she explained it to me. "Your heart beats faster when you see him," Julie read in an article so I nodded in response and she smiled. "You feel a butterfly in your stomach. Your type makes you restless when he is close to you." "Yes." "Your knee weakens when he is close to you." "Yeah." Julie was stunned by my answer. While I was embarrassed because of the answers I gave to her.

He then turned around, and rested upon the elevated platform. “You can not deny the fact that I make you feel butterflies in your stomach, I can feel it but you keep on denying that.” She said to him, with every word she spoke Cassidy took a step closer. “Sometimes what you want is right in front of you but you are too stupid to take it,” She uttered.

I was welcomed by a gushing wind of extraordinary aura from the centre of the room where Dorothy sat legs-crossed — wings outstretched behind her — and her eyes shut. Still baffled by the sight, I slipped in. The aura kept on spinning around her, making her seemingly barricaded from the rest of the world. I quickly cast my eyes around her room and filled them with warmness. Looking back at her, my eyes then caught sight of a big book with the word, “Butterflies”, and a smaller book that said, “Fairies”. Something inside me wanted me to rush right down to it and grab it, still, all I could do was keep watching from where I stood.

Brandon tutted and shook his head, chuckling as he said, "You are something else." She sent him a smug smile. Pouting abruptly, she dropped her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. "What now?" She let out a long, dramatic sigh. "I have butterflies in my tummy." He cupped her face, kissed her forehead and stared her in the eyes. "You'll do great. I believe in you." "Oh I know. Of course i'll do great, i'm awesome." She scoffed. He almost shook his head. "What then?"