The Secret In His Eyes Novels & Stories

He slowly walked closer, his eyes never leaving me. "I don't think I could hide our secret anymore." W-what are you talking about? I thought you said you were going to keep it a secret?" I gulped nervously as I stared at his eyes. It looks too firm I think he's already fixed with his decision. There were students passing by in the hallway but I couldn't care less. Beads of cold sweat ran down my forehead as my heart thumped wildly, completely perturbed by this situation. He is so unpredictable!

There was something in his body that was churning and seemed to want more. *** Eh, wait, Miss, you cannot enter!" Cristian's secretary shouted when someone wearing a jacket, hat, mask, and glasses barged into Cristian's room. "Cris, it's me," said someone who took off his mask and glasses in front of Cristian, who had risen from his seat. "Caroline?" "Mr. Christian, I'm sorry. This guy just barged in," his secretary exclaimed. "It's okay; I know him. You go," cried Cristian, who was nodded by his secretary and moved out of Cristian's room.

I truly wished she wouldn't do anything else. She was so close to my private parts that I could clearly feel her breath brushing against my skin with every inhale. My body trembled without permission. Along with the shame, there was also a hidden pulse of excitement I couldn't deny. The moment I realized that, a wave of fear washed over me. What the hell was wrong with me? "Wait… why does this thing kinda look like Shawn's?"

His eyes take over the whole of my body and then fall on someone behind me. It must be Sierra. Shit! I told her to change or at least put something on. I watch him studying all of us for a second. Something changed in his eyes. I try to ignore how that dog's eyes linger a little longer on our visible cleavage and how he gulps horny saliva down his throat. The ocean blue in his iris spreads its coldness. He seems to be contemplating something—as if he is trying hard to process an unbelievable set of facts, recently revealed.

After a moment, he let go of his lips from her. “You look stunning, my love,“ she said to him, her eyes full of admiration. He laughed and blushed. “You know, I feel lucky to have you in my life." His voice was soft and tender. She looked into his eyes. His eyes were the color of the sea on a stormy day. Deep and mysterious. Those eyes seemed to hold a thousand secrets. She felt herself getting lost in them, and for a moment, the world around them faded away. It was just the two of them. Their eyes locked, and their hearts beat in unison.

He definitely wasn't taking no for an answer even if it was a mute one as he immediately forced my head up, as I looked up at him, I couldn't help but be focused on his eyes, which were darting back and fourth, shining in the room light. His eyes were mesmerizing, they were deep and catastrophic, a vivid baby blue as a great body of water that softly melted into a milky green. This close, I could see the flecks of silver in his eyes. But there was something else in them, something glistening. Glistening like an old copper penny being examined in the warmth next to powerful flames that were licking the safety glass door of an old fireplace. They held secrets, the same way a pot holds layers o

I can see the lust and craving in his eyes as I run my finger closer to his erection. "So, are you going to tell me what this other secret is?"

he asked quietly. I shook my head, clutching my notebook tighter. “Forget it.” He took a slow step forward. “No. Say it.” I looked at him straight in the eyes, despite how deep it burned me. “Just the secret,” I said finally. For the first time, his composure cracked... just slightly, like something behind his eyes flickered and dimmed as quick as it had appeared. “That’s not what this is,” he said, quieter now. “Then what is it?” I shot back. “Because it’s sure as hell not normal. We can’t even look at each other in class without pretending it’s nothing, and then...”

“I want to know... not when you started liking me. Not when you fell in love. But... when you first saw me.” He finally opened his eyes. Not quickly. Not dramatically. But slowly. Like he was organizing his answer or sorting through old files from an overloaded hard drive. “Saw you?” he echoed. I nodded. “Yeah. Saw me. Not glanced at me because of my bright hair. Not side-eyed me when the professor walked by. But... saw me.” He raised an eyebrow. Then let out a short, low laugh. “You sure you want to know?” I frowned. “That’s a question, not a challenge.”

“Danny DeVito. Fuck. Are you sure you don’t see me differently?” “I don’t. And even if I did, I’d always be able to see through the disguise.” She wasn’t just saying it; she knew with a deep-seated certainty she was right. It was his eyes. He’d never be able to disguise the look in them–like he was up to something, like he was reveling in a naughty secret. “Let’s go,” she said, hitching her tote bag up on her shoulder.