Novel & Cerita Stealing Glances

He looks so handsome that I couldn't resist his sight. "Do you think it's appropriate to steal glances at me?"he asked, and I looked away with a flushed face. "I never knew it was bad staring at you,"I muttered, and he smiled. "I never said it was bad. You can stare at me as you want. I'm all yours,"he said, emphasizing on his last statement, and my cheeks turned red. I bite my bottom lips, look away, hiding my flushed cheeks from him even though he's already seen it.

Thankfully they can't see us with their angle. Nevertheless, I can't shake the feeling that I might be one of the unluckiest souls to walk this earth. Because there she was, the slutty Janice, her gaze suddenly shifting toward us with an unsettling confidence. My heart sank as I caught sight of her sly grin, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. She probably feels our stare at her. She leaned closer to my father, whispering something I couldn’t quite make out, her words lost in the air yet heavy with implication. Their body is still slamming each other not bothering that we are watching.

As time passed, he became more mature and composed. Nash noticed her gaze and smirked, "What are you thinking while staring at me like that?" Supporting her chin, Nina, caught off guard, shifted her gaze nervously, "Nothing." "You were clearly stealing glances at me just now," Nash countered. Nina countered back, "If you didn't look at me, how would you know I was stealing glances at you?" "Well, I did indeed steal glances at you," Nash admitted frankly. He couldn't help but notice her every move unintentionally.

Connor’s POV Seeing her this close is like a revelation. She is beautiful. Not even in an understated way. She is fucking stunning. I had a moment in the kitchen when I just wanted to slam her into a wall and kiss those plump, pouty lips of hers. Fuck, I wish I could but I can’t. I am now technically her boss. We need to have a healthy professional relationship. I make myself a promise to glance but not touch. Secret glances. Just to admire her. I need to control myself. A knock at the door drags me from thoughts of her and I move from behind my desk to answer it. As I suspected it’s Al.

he muttered out of nowhere. I raised a brow, keeping my expression innocent. “A picture of what?” “Stealing glances is kind of outdated,” he said smoothly, eyes still locked on the road. “Just take a picture. That way, you can stare at that instead of burning a hole in my head.” I gasped. “Excuse me? With what eyes did you even see me staring? You haven’t looked away from the road.” A smirk played on his lips. “Your stares are not exactly discreet.”

*** ~~SLOANE~~ *** I’m trying so hard not to steal glances at Knox from across the room. At first, everything was a blur—Myopia doing what she does best. I eventually caved and put my glasses back on. Squinting wasn’t doing me any favors, and I need a clear view of my target.

Even when he wasn’t directly speaking to me, I could feel his gaze on me, a silent, assessing look that made my skin prickle. He maintained a professional demeanor, his questions sharp and insightful, his tone polite but distant. Yet, there were undercurrents in his interactions, subtle shifts in his gaze, a lingering moment of eye contact that sent a jolt of awareness through me. It was as if there was a secret language passing between us, a silent acknowledgment of the stolen moments in the club, a dangerous secret that hung heavy in the air.

I needed a path, a key or a moment to slip through his fingers. I stole a quick glance at him, trying to read the intent behind that calm, elegant mask. But the lowly mortal was faster. His green eyes shifted upward, catching mine mid-stare. The intensity of his gaze was like a physical heat, pinning me to my seat. Heat rushed to my face, a stinging, mortal flush of embarrassment. I jerked my head down, my eyes fixed firmly on my plate as if the half-eaten fruit was suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world.

"Opportunities like this don't come around very often." Right as he said it, my eyes flicked across the table. An associate sitting opposite us was caught stealing a glance, his fork hovering awkwardly over his plate as he watched us whisper. Before I could look away, Lucian lifted his gaze and caught the associate looking. The corner of Lucian’s mouth curved up into a polite smile. The associate swallowed hard. He instantly dropped his gaze, picked up his knife, and began intensely cutting into his steak. I let out a quiet, helpless sigh, pressing two fingers to my temples. Lucian simply chuckled softly, picking up his wine glass.

I tore my gaze away, burying my face in the file in front of me as though it held the answers to the universe. As though I hadn’t just been caught staring. As though nothing had happened. But it had. Because even without looking up again, I knew. He had seen me. And worse I had seen him. And in that single, stolen glance, something had shifted. Something complicated. Something dangerous. Something I wasn’t ready for. And definitely… something I couldn’t stop.