Sweats Nervously Novels & Stories

He asks out of the blue. "Y…yes sure, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" I stutter a reply nervously. data-p-id=202870b1b2af1409b0d1c6a6d82f5d78,"Your hands are shaking." He points out and I curse my nervous system for being such an obvious dummy. "Well, I'm a bit nervous, that's all." I answer honestly, rubbing my already sweaty palms together.

I inhale and take deep breaths, I'm just nervous.

84. Thane🎼 And it's back the nerve is back my hands were sweating as I drove us back to her parents' house, tonight is the dinner night that I have been anticipating, that dinner occupies my head throughout the whole day, now we are minutes away from the house all over a sudden my hands were sweating, Soraya's voice faded away, my heartbeat got louder in my ears, I swallow hard but my mouth was dry. Oh, I'm really nervous about this dinner

As he stopped walking forward, I stood there still and then added, “I – I was just um, dusting off my shirt and – and my jeans. It – it got dirty…” He began to glare at me for a while making me more nervous and scared as sweat began to release on my forehead and he added, “Why are you so nervous?” “I – I am not nervous, no…” I said and shook my head no. “Then what’s with this sweat in this windy weather? Huh?” He asked me crossing his arms against his chest. I gulped down and then added, “It’s just, I was – I was walking for a while and – and I was tired. So maybe that’s why”

“What's wrong? You're sweating…” Jessica pointed out, worry in her voice. I shook my head and forced a smile. “It's nothing, just feeling a bit hot,” I lied. I was sweating though, but only because I had this increasing feeling of nervousness that wouldn't go away. “Don't worry,” Jessica patted my lap, “I'm sure it's just a cold or something, so don't dwell too much on it,” How can she read me so easily?

My palms felt sweaty, and I didn't miss the moisture that raced down my back, before seeping into my clothes. My heart thundered in my chest, and no matter how many breathing exercises I did, nothing seemed to be working. Oh good Lord, please help me. If it wasn't already obvious by now, I was nervous. No, scratch that. I was a raging mess, just on the brink of going mad, and all it would take was just one thing. One small mishap and everything I'd worked for would come crashing to the ground. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that.

I asked. "Your hands were sweating," he replied. I felt ashamed because I knew this man was so meticulous.I apologized because even before my hand was really sweaty. "My hand is really sweaty so I'm sorry" I said. “Have you checked up with the doctor?” he asked. “Why should I?” I asked him and I was about to laugh. I don't know what went into this man's mind.It's normal for my hand to sweat especially when I'm nervous. But why did I feel nervous lately?

“Shit, I’m freaking nervous.” I don’t know what to do. My heart is throbbing too fast and I seem to have a worm in my ass because I can’t sit still. “Don’t be too nervous cause you might pee in the seat. I just cleaned this car so...” I glared at him. He chuckled at my reaction. “Chill, this day will go smoothly.”

He scoffed and I couldn’t help but grit my teeth at his audacity. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. If this seems nervous to you then it’s not to me.” He was right. I was nervous. My heart was pounding hard that it could almost fall out of my chest. My throat was becoming dry and my hands were oozing sweat. I just didn’t know how he could feel it. Maybe it was apparent in my face?

he warned. "That's not fear, that's called sweat, and everyone sweats... I just sweat a lot," I told him with fake sass. He glared at me as if he could bury me six feet under the ground right then and there. I did my best not to look away from his eyes.