She Probably Gives You Butterflies Novels & Stories

she says, taking a sip from her drink. "Fossil!? He's not a fossil! Could you please stop insulting the person I love?" I complain. "Okay, okay. It seems my friend is seriously in love~ So~? Do you feel butterflies in your stomach, and does your heart skip beats when you see him~? And you go all ooey-gooey~ Lost of words~?" she flutters her eyelashes, obviously making fun of me. "Ugh. I don't feel those butterflies and heart skipping beats. And if those happen to me, I won't be here but in the medical wing getting treated before I die." I roll my eyes at her

Our heads, almost touching. And maybe it was the wine, or the sunset. Maybe even the fatigue that has slowly settled in. Or maybe it was the quiet happiness I felt at that moment that I found myself saying, “You're giving me the butterflies.” "What butterflies?" She asked. August turned to me and I looked at her too. Her hair falling gently on her face. And the butterflies came to life. "You know, the ones that flutter in the stomach." The realization hit her, "What? Why?"

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.

The butterflies began to perform acrobatic acts. Some would say that getting butterflies from someone would mean that you are uncomfortable around them. Most of the time, they call it a red flag, a sign to stay away and never entertain them anymore. But why? It feels nice. "You missed me." "Huh?" He smirked as he focused on my face. He moved closer and smiled while placing some of my hair behind my ear. "I can see it in your eyes," he said. "How can you be so sure?" "I just know," he smirked again. It's like he knows how beautiful he is. He knows what he is doing, leaning a bit and biting his lip as he looked at mine. "The way you look at me, I can tell that you are happy to see me."

She should feel shame, or something right? But all she could feel right now was the lump in her throat that wasn’t going away no matter how hard she swallowed, and the butterflies that weren’t in her stomach. They were much lower. She puts the clothes back in the suitcase, and brings it to the bed, she sits on the edge. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to happen, but a couple of minutes later George reappears with a fresh pack of batteries.

“I love him.” I gulp down at her words, and for a moment, I can swear I have a mini heart attack, hearing her say she loves me. My heart feels weird, and my stomach, too. Then I realize this is what it means when people say they have butterflies in their stomachs, because right now, I feel a swarm of them, and fuck, it feels so good.

The butterflies in her tummy fluttered. "How romantic", she whispered back.

A voice called out from behind me, causing me to turn around and see a middle-aged woman standing there with a curious expression on her face. "I..." I stuttered, unsure of how to explain as the butterflies continued to dance around me, their delicate wings shimmering in the sunlight. The woman's gaze softened as she followed my eyes to the butterflies, a smile spreading across her face as she whispered, "They seem to have taken a liking to you."

But in exchange for that was the weird way she looked at me. "What?" I asked her wearing an irritated face. Promise it’s annoying. It's weird. "How does it feel?" She asked back to me. "W-what a-are y-you t-talking a-about." Stuttering, I asked and averted my eyes because I could feel the heat on my cheek. "Ayieeeeeee!!!!!!! She could feel butterflies in her stomach kyahhhhhh!!!" Ate shouted again. "What are you saying there Ate? What's so exciting?" I asked reluctantly. She’s acting like a child goodness.

Do you know those fluttering butterflies in your stomach that are a sign that you care deeply for a person? Yeah, I felt it. It seems like a thousand butterflies were doing summersaults in my stomach. I felt goosebumps all over my body. My skin burned wherever his hands touched, and no matter how much I tried to control my moans, I just couldn’t help it. I want more,