Sweet Things To Say To Your Crush นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His words resonated deeply with Isla, their shared history and emotions intertwining in a way that made her feel truly cherished. Isla couldn’t help but feel giddy at his sweet words, her heart fluttering in her chest. She placed a hand over her heart, trying to steady her racing pulse as she smiled up at him. “I don’t think a day has passed since we’ve been together that you haven’t made me blush,” she said, her voice soft with affection. “That’s one of the many qualities I adore about you,” she added, her smile widening. She couldn’t deny that every little gesture, every word he spoke, made her feel more loved than she ever thought possible.

“I love how you look at me.” I leaned in again, tracing his lips with mine. “Like you’re everything? Because you are.” Our mouths met once more, slow and teasing this time. When I pulled back, I licked my lips and giggled. “You taste like strawberry ice cream…” He blinked, amused. “That’s new.” “I don’t know where that came from.” I laughed, eyes wide with mock innocence. “Kissing you just… provoked a craving for strawberries and ice cream.” I added, watching the twinkle in his eyes. “But since we don’t have that…” I let my fingers curl into his shirt. “Kissing other parts of you would do.”

“Are you . . . are you saying that to make me feel better?” “Thought you’d know me by now. I don’t say stuff to make people feel better. I know what I want and I go after it. And I want you. Now, I have you. You’re sweet, adorable, and sassy. Amazing. You’re also gorgeous, loyal, and smart. All fucking good. And the fact that you’re a Little. Icing on the fucking cake, baby.” Icing on the cake? “You knew already?” “Yeah.” He said it without apology. As though he hadn’t just rocked her world.

Being around him felt comfortable. Safe. Simple. And maybe that was the problem. Because whenever I compared that feeling to the way Christien made my heart race, it wasn't even close. “I’ve got you, Ava,” Stella laughed through the phone. “I’ll study for days with you. Don’t worry.” I sighed as I reached the lower floor. Then she said, “Ava… don’t tell me you still haven’t found a guy yet?” I paused slightly. Maybe I had. Or maybe I hadn’t.

“First thing first, think of something you can do for her. Anything. Flowers, chocolates, surprise her. But don’t overdo it.” Quietly reaching out for another piece of paper, I jot down his every word. “Got it.” “Flowers… chocolates…” I let my thoughts wander to think of anything I can do for her. Perhaps a surprise?

It was the yogurt-like drink all over again. “Do you like it?” Aden asked out of nowhere. All I could do was nod emphatically, my mouth already quite full of lovely food at that point. “Mouth full?” he asked with a slight grin. “Yeah,” I said. “Good. I was hoping to get your mouth full,” he said casually. I shivered at the possible double meaning. “Me too,” I said, honestly. “Wait until you taste dessert,” my crush said with a roguish wink.

As the intensity grew, their lips moved in perfect sync, a symphony of desire that resonated within their souls. Between stolen kisses, they exchanged whispered words, a blend of playfulness and adoration. Adrian paused for a moment, gazing deep into Krystal's eyes, and said with a hint of mischief, "You know, if breakfast tastes half as sweet as your kisses, we're in for a delightful treat." Krystal chuckled, her laughter like music to Adrian's ears. "Well, let's hope it's equally delicious, or else I might just have to resort to stealing more kisses from you."

He said with uncertainty written on his face. "Just let me pick you Cinderella, even if it doesn't necessarily have to be at your house, give me a park name or some place close by..." If only he knows that I'm staring at his lips, if only he knows that calling me Cinderella makes my heart stops. Maybe it's the way he treats everyone and his kindness that I can't escape. His smile, his glances, his chuckles and breath and at this rate, I might betray Nicole. "So what do you say?" He asked suddenly dropping my phone on my thighs. How did he get it?

“Don't holler. You will wake Mama up!” “You must not smile at him next time. Don't even use that soft, sweet tone of yours. He's never going to stop!” he whispered back so forcefully it did not even matter. “Soft sweet—oh, for the love of god!” She was giggling so hard. “It's not funny.” “Boy, if I ever see you having a crush on somebody—” “That's different.” “Aha! You already have a crush! Who is it? Who is it?” “Nobody you know!” he replied, but he was giggling, too.

"Wait, you need to tell me more about that crush you have on my cousin." "It's not a crush, I'm falling in love." ...