Sweats Nervously Novels & Stories

I almost rolled my eyes at his immediate excited response, right now all my ideas will be great to him. Ariana chose that moment to enter and my heartbeat skyrocketed, my palms grew sweaty and sweat beaded my upper lips, damn, I was so nervous, Dylan Sabastine was actually nervous because he was about to ask a girl out for shopping, "tell her right now, what are you waiting for?" He heard his wolf say and he cleaned his sweaty palms on his cloth, he couldn't tear his eyes from her he, stared so hard that she started to feel self-conscious, she twitched her hands nervously, trying to dust out unseen dirt from her clothes.

I offered a silent prayer in my heart, hoping fervently that this awkwardness would break up soon. I longed for an answer, for the atmosphere to ease and return to a state of normality. I yearned for clarity and a sense of understanding that could help bridge the gap that had formed. As nervousness coursed through me, I noticed cold beads of sweat forming on my forehead. Swiftly, I wiped them away with my palm, hoping to mask the unease that simmered just beneath the surface. Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself with resolve. It was time to address the elephant in the room, to attempt to rid the tension that weighed heavily upon us all.

My hands turned sweaty, and it didn't take Aston long to notice that I was already getting nervous. “What's wrong darling? Why are you sweating so much on your palms, and what's with the heavy breathing. Don't you feel well?” His brows were raised, eyes staring into mine with so much concern. “I, I am.” I closed my eyes, and pressed my lips for a while. “Then what's wrong?” He pressed further to know what's wrong. “Nothing…” I tried to deny it because I thought it was super strange to tell him I was scared about meeting his family.

It wasn't ugly, but maybe a little too underdressed for this. “Are you nervous, kitty?” Brain asked, gently squeezing my hand. “Uh?”I jerked my neck to him. “Your palm is sweaty,” He pointed out. “Oh, I’m sorry.” I quickly took my hand from his grip. “Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t care if they’re sweaty.” He grabbed my hand again, flashing a smile at me. I smiled back. “You’re obsessed with me, even my nasty sweat is therapeutic for you.” I joked to soothe my nerves down.

Aldred nodded nervously, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. ‘What is he about to say?!’ He could only brace himself for what was coming. * * * [A/N] Thanks for reading! I love writing chapters like this! The exaggerated tension just makes me smile. I hope you smiled at least once while reading…

While sipping my water and busy wiping the sweats dropping in my body I receive a text message. "Nine, can we talk? I have something talk to you it's very important" The content of the message. I don't really know what should I feel about the text. But for all I know, I feel tension and my heart start to beat so freaking fast again, my shoulder lightly trembling because of nervousness.

I could only imagine how her presence would affect me. My heart continued racing as I watched the people milling around. After a few minutes, I started to attract stares, but I pretended not to notice. Taking my palms off the steering wheel, I brought them closer to my face to confirm that they were indeed sweaty. I hated it when I was nervous, particularly when a woman was the reason behind it. I let out a deep sigh and placed my hands on my laps, rubbing it in slow, circular motions. “Fuck,” I said, as I suddenly realized that I was soiling my pants. Taking a glance at my watch, I saw that I had only fifteen minutes left.

"How do you want it? Do you want us to go straight ahead or you need a little time to cool off?" Gideon's deep voice reverberated throughout the entire room. Suddenly, I was nervous and I was beginning to feel sweat trickle into the inside of my palm. Maybe it was because I had canceled all plans of ever sleeping with him in my mind, whatever it was, was resulting to uncontrollable nerves. I pushed my fingers together to try to control my nerves a little.

I just didn't bother trying to deal with any of my own. Caleb jogged up next to me, having had stayed frozen after I began to walk away. "I screwed it up, didn't I? I always fumble and mess up when I am nervous." His free hand ran through his hair violently, the way he normally does when he is stressed.

I am so nervous I feel like I will jump out of my skin at any moment. We are in the car, Tojo is in the back with the dog grill up to keep him safe and we are almost at the station. As it comes into sight my palms begin to sweat and my body starts to tremble with nerves. “Are you okay?” “Yeah. Don’t worry.” Grant reaches over and takes my hand in his rubbing his thumb on the back in a comforting motion which helps relax me a little.