Stealing Glances Novels & Stories

Enough to stir something I was trying too hard to ignore. She would glance up when she thought I wasn’t looking, and I’d catch her. Those fiery eyes softened for a heartbeat before she looked away, pretending to be interested in the unnecessary conversation beside her. I wasn’t any better. I found myself watching her more than I should have — the way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the way her lips curved when she tried not to smile. It wasn’t intentional, but every stolen glance felt like a confession. There was heat in it, unspoken words trapped between us, and a pull I couldn’t seem to fight.

He gently pulled away, I breathed out in relief, the both of us were so focused on the movie cause actually it was good, but then it got to the intimate part of the movie, I was curling my toes at this point wishing there's a way I can disappear from here, the intimacy got heated up and was moving so fast, I decided to steal a glance at Alexandre only for me to see that he was staring right back at me, I quickly turned away immediately, minutes passed and I dare not to stare at him again, the intimate scene was already over and my eyes was back at the TV but why do I still feel like Alexandre is still staring at me, I slowly turned and wanted to steal a glance at him only for me to see him s

But that wasn’t going to stop him from indulging into his occasional fantasies. It was hard to miss how her eyes would linger whenever they crossed paths, the furtive glances she’d take when she thought he wasn’t looking and he wasn’t exactly shying away from looking at her either. Whenever he got the chance, he’d steal a glance at her perky tits, the roundness of her ass always making his dick throb harder. And every now and then, he’d wonder how she’d look, mouthful of his cock and struggling to get some air in.

Zayn glanced at me, but he avoided my gaze, unable to look me in the eye. I took a deep breath and stepped into the ward. “Ms. Rivers, please don’t blame Zayn.” Whitney leaned weakly against the headboard. Her face was pale. “I asked him to bring you here. There are some things we need to talk about.” I pressed my lips together and said nothing. Zayn sat down beside me and held my hand. His face showed a trace of guilt. His lips parted as though he wanted to speak, yet he could not say a word until a moment later.

I lied, my gaze snapping toward the reflection in the refrigerator glass door. That’s when I saw them. Two hefty looking men staring right at me. Their features were menacing and their eyes filled with a dangerous glint. I looked back at my phone pretending to type while staring at them with my side eye. Eventually they looked away when someone came to take some items off the shelf they stood in front of.

He found it weird but never paid a lot of attention to it. When he lifted his head to glance at Stewart, he flinched when he saw his eyes. “Ah!” he exclaimed, startled. He held his chest and struggled to control his unstable breaths. Stewart glared at him with daggers jumping out of his eyes. If looks could kill, he would have been buried or cremated at that moment.

Gwyneth's eyes were bright, crinkling at the corners. She'd never smiled like this at Graham before. Or rather, she had smiled at him this way, but he had never paid any attention to her before. Leanna came out of the kitchen and saw him staring at his phone. She leaned over to take a look. "Oh, the post on Gwyn's Instagram? She looks really good in that coat, doesn't she?" Graham locked his screen and put it on the table. "Yeah."

I greet lamely, and uncertainly. He steps back a little and looks me up and down very, very slowly. Going from my head, to my feet, then back up to my head again. I squirm a little under the intensity of his stare. Geez could he be any more obvious with it? I clear my throat and look up at him.

The moment he caught her, she quickly averted her gaze, like a guilty thief caught red-handed. His lips curved slightly in amusement at her reaction. Without hesitation, he ended his work, neatly stacking the documents on his desk before shutting down his computer. Taking off his glasses, he rose from his chair and walked towards the couch. "What’s so good about stealing glances at your husband when you can look at him anytime you want?" he teased as he took a seat beside her. "I wasn’t stealing glances at you," Eve retorted, avoiding his gaze. "Not only are you a little liar, but also a thief."

He quickly cleared his throat. “I am in the bathroom.” The other person was about to open when they heard his voice. “Sorry sir I didn’t know it was occupied.” It was one of the junior workers and his voice was shaking from fear. I was relieved my momentum was distu…….. I didn’t finish that as his finger went deep inside. He was not even scared we were almost caught. “How are you calm?” “They are called stolen moments for this reason. The adrenaline, the zeal and anticipation should feel like this.”