Novel & Cerita The Way He Looks At Her

She explained. “Oh well, I see sense in that.” I nodded, agreeing with her line of thoughts. “Well, we got talking and all I want to say is that he is such a nice gentleman.” She swooned in pleasure. My closed eyes immediately popped open to see her holding her clasped palms to her face with a dreamy look on her face. I have never seen her looking like this and I had to confess that she had the gaze of someone struck by love. Well, she was struck by love, what else was I expecting?

she asks me. "No, he's more of a babysitter," I answer her. "The way he's looking at you, babygirl, it's nothing as I have ever seen on that man's face," she says, the way he's looking at me? Stoic, cold like ice, that look? "I don't see what you're seeing," I say. "I have known him a long time now, believe me, he had that look," she says, and I just nod, not really believing her.

I didn't look away, instead I faced her side. "I'm right, right? You love him that's why you worry like you're a mother losing a child." She says. I took a deep breath. "You don't have to deny it. Because just by looking at you, I know you're in love. And the way you look at him, is different on how you look at others. Supposedly, you can see in your eyes the special way of looking at him. " She added.

she playfully pout with folded arms. He chuckles slightly . He sat upright and gaze at her lovingly. The look he was sending her way was making her feel shy and the thud sound of her heart just won't stop . She just couldn't help it. Truth be told, he is a very good looking man and for someone like him to stare at her just the way he was doing is so uncomfortable to her . In a good way though.

He looked at her then not the way he looked at deals, or puzzles to solve, but the way someone looks at a sunset they didn’t expect. “Then stay.

Effectively stopping him from putting on the rest of his garments. Her gaze was fixed on his strong face, waiting for his attention. But his brown eyes were not looking at her. He's looking at the fire. Watching its' embers shift and glow. As if it's more interesting than her! 'Look at me!' She screamed in her mind. But her expression did not betray what she was feeling.. After all… she was a good performer... "You're not staying the night?" She asked softly, her voice sweet, yet edged with something else—an unspoken plea.

Yep, he’s said it. He’s done it again. And that look of shock on her face saddens him. Suddenly, she isn’t aroused anymore, the sparkle of desire in her eyes lost as his words register in her mind. However, there’s a softness underlying her hard gaze, of mild confusion maybe. As if she feels the same way about him. It should be scary to him, he’s aware. That she’s giving him that same look of disapproval again. But the way she’s gazing up at him, with those wide, glassy eyes, swollen lips, has him so fucking obsessed.

He looked at the room the way she had learned to look at rooms — systematically, entry to exit, every person accounted for before he committed to the space. Then he found her. He looked at her the way people look at the thing they have been moving toward for thirty-two years — with the particular exhausted relief of arrival and the particular grief of what the arriving could not restore. His face did not perform. Whatever was in it was simply there. She let him look. She did not look away. She let him have the full fact of her — standing at the head of this table, in this room, in this empire, at thirty-two years old, exactly who she was.

He wants her, now. His left hand holds her by the back of her neck, keeping her face so close to his as he stares into her eyes, burning for her. For the first time since they sat down he takes in her flushed cheeks and fluttering lashes, her pouty pink lips and the slightly raised brows. Her needy look. So sweet, so sexy, so perfect.

His tearful eyes looked at her. She sighed and hugged him more. She had no choice. She was forced to nod. What is she going to say? When she felt that he was okay, she left. Her eyes were straight, ashamed to look at him. She didn't speak either but she could feel his warm gaze. She was counted. "Don't look at me!" she hissed at him. He clucked, he bit his lip then smiled sweetly at the in denial minx beside him. "Is there a law now against looking at beautiful views?"