She Probably Gives You Butterflies Novels & Stories

It's a warm and happy feeling, a feeling of fullness and contentment, like my heart is brimming. He gives me butterflies.

The butterflies get agitated, making me feel shaky and lightheaded. “Oh,” Mordecai muses, his brows raising by half an inch. “A few words of praise is what it takes to make you blush? Interesting.”

"Yea-Yeah. W-Why would you say that?" "Why? Don't you?" She arched an eyebrow at me. "I do?" I frowned. She let out a chuckle covering her mouth. "Oh come on, you silly girl! It's literally written all over your face." Her face went serious when my frown didn't cease. "Alright, you lost soul," She got down to my height. "Tell me, does your heart flutter when you look at him?" "Y-Yes?" "Do you get butterflies in your stomach when he looks at you?"

I didn't think that any particular four word combination could make my heart leap with joy but those four did. “Sure. I'd be happy to.” “Ok, but,” she brought up a finger in warning. “Today would be a really bad day to kill me and dispose of my body in the ocean.” I leaned towards her. “There's the real Butterfly. Did I say how much I missed you?” The night air was pleasant as it whipped through my hair. Through the aviators on my face I could see that Butterfly was finally perking up. Her loose hair was flying in all directions and some of it was slapping me in the face but I didn't mind.

Like any man, I'd be nervous when faced with the person I like, hoping she feels the same way about me. Stella's heart fluttered, and it felt like the butterflies in her stomach would fly right through her.

“What feelings?” “I mean, do you not get butterflies in your stomach when he comes close to you or does things that he doesn’t usually do? Do you not feel excited to see him every day? Don’t your heart beat so fast when your skins are touching or when you look at each other in the eyes?”

🦋 She carried so much hope which she didn't even believe in on those fragile wings of hers She held so much life and so much light on those wings of power. She was just a small butterfly 🦋 √√√ The deep feminine alto tone laced with a hint of annoyance startled him. He reeled. Locking his gaze at the girl with the slender figure, big beautiful honey eyes, thick lashes and the perpetual disdainful expression wholly evident on her face.

“You love being outside, right?” I began and waited for her to nod her head. When she does, I continue. “How would you feel if I locked you inside the house and refused to let you out?” She thought about it for a second, a cute little frown appearing between her brows. “Very bad.” “Would it make you happy being inside all the time?” “No.” “That’s the same with this pretty butterfly. It loves being outside where it can fly around. If you lock it inside, it will be very, very sad. It won’t even want to eat or play with you. Is that what you want?”

Auggie noticed it too. "Do you believe in the butterfly effect?" I asked, caressing his hair. "That a butterfly flapping its wings can cause a storm or tornado halfway around the world." "No, I only believe in your effect," he said, smiling. "What effect?" "That you can send chaos in my stomach that makes the butterflies even flutter their wings aggressively." I blushed a little bit.

I know she is driving at something. “Yeah. And since I am not blind, I did notice that. He looks charming, as always.” I state. As I pour myself a glass of cold juice, I hope I satisfy her curiosity. Analyzing him like this and thinking of him like this is not good for me. “Ahh, so you noticed, huh?” She asks, drawing close to me. “And don’t you feel something whenever you look at him? Especially when he is so fresh and pant-wetting like he is looking today? Something like those butterflies in the stomach that we read about in fantasies?” she asks.