Short Poems For A Crush Novels & Stories

Everyone already thought I was shallow because I loved nail polish and cars. "Please tell me the sex hasn't already dried up. I don't think I can handle another episode of Girl Crush." "Ronnie, there's nothing wrong. The sex is amazing, our life together is great," I snapped. She held up her hands in surrender. I hadn't meant to make her angry. She was right, though. I had been snippy, and if I was that way with her, I was that way with everyone else. "I'm sorry, V. I shouldn't have been short with you."

Until our hands brush each other, that's the moment I realize we really can't be friends after all. "I suppose we'll never get this friend thing down will we? I suppose there is some sort of something between us. I can't deny that. I suppose it has something to do with a little crush I have on you." I immediately take my hands and put them up to my cheeks. That wasn't meant for his ears but was for my thoughts only. "A little crush on me, huh?" Aiden looks at me with the same eyes that he has always looks at me with. It's not fair that he gets to have this magical power over me and I have nothing to torment him with.

The night unfolded in a tender dance of exploration, our hands tracing the contours of each other’s bodies with reverence. Jacob’s lips met mine in a slow, passionate kiss that sent shivers down my spine. His touch was both gentle and possessive as if he couldn’t get enough of me, as if I were the missing piece of his soul. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting ethereal shadows across the room as our intimacy deepened, each moment a testament to the undeniable bond that had bound us. Words became obsolete as sour bodies communicated the depth of our longing, an unspoken promise of a future together. It was true that had a crush on him and suddenly I was living everyone’s dream

I said with a crooked smile. "Not just that. You look stunning. Much more beautiful than in high school," Laird's hand brushed a strand of hair falling on my cheek. "I should have brought you flowers." Laird's voice lowered as his gaze remained fixed on me. God, I blushed at his words. Laird's words and his continuous admiration made me feel heady. It was like a confirmation that Laird was crazy about me. Without thinking, I leaned forward to kiss Laird's lower lip. He was momentarily startled, but soon joined me in exploring the depths of each other's mouths with his tongue.

You're once the ultimate crush. Yikes. I hate that. . c.m. louden

I said. "But what if he sees me as just a little girl? I'll be heartbroken." She mumbled. "You're simply dealing with the inevitable. It's better your heart is broken now and you get over it than you keep holding onto a crush that you don't know the fate of. Better now than never." Clara said. "I guess you guys are right." She sighed. "Good. Because I have the perfect way to get your crush so super jelly. Four words: flirting with other men." I winked at her.

“Brittney, I was wondering if you’d join me for a drink. There’s a place nearby.” The words felt surreal, as though I’d stepped into Someone else’s life. I couldn’t believe my boss, my high school crush, was asking me out. For a while, I just stood there, staring at him, my pulse racing in confusion. But as tempting as the idea was, I couldn’t accept. “I appreciate the offer,” I muttered, trying to steady my voice. “But I really can’t.” His brows furrowed slightly, but his face remained composed. “Can’t, or won’t?”

His hands slide down the fabric until they reach my ass. How could I deny something from him? Kisses, caresses, sex. It's all about love, and I'm loving it. Well this has gotta be the longest crush ever Love is a drug, like the strongest stuff ever And, fuck it I'm on one, do you feel me? (Well, this has to be the greatest passion of all Love is a drug, like the strongest of all And shit, I'm on it, you feel me?) ●●

"I'm still not sure what you're talking about, but I'm down with whatever. Personally, I think we should cut the brakes on one of those fast cars of his and send his ass off a cliff." "Sydney, no. We won't be doing that. Here, look at this." I tossed her my journal, where I'd been scribbling for the last few hours while I was thinking up a plan. "What's this?" "It's going to be my new single. There's a coded message in there. The one who it's for will hear it and understand." "What message? I don't see anything?" "It's a message of forgiveness. Maybe once he hears it, he'd be able to move on, and so would she. Because, quite frankly, I'm over the bullshit already."

Odette said with a smile as she joined in the teasing. "Huh? Well, Psalm doesn't intervene with us." I said shyly. "Boom! Friendzone." Stan laughed as he patted Psalm's shoulder. "No really Danica? Even a crush?" Crush? Who is my crush? Psalms? Psalm is fun to talk to, I'm also happy when I'm with him. And sometimes I love him. But, I'm not sure if I really have a crush on him. Besides, if I say yes, I don't want to depend on Psalm if he has feelings for me.