What Does A Crush Feel Like Novels & Stories

He asked softly, with one hand going around my waist, while the other rested flat on the wall. That moment I knew I would never be able to escape from him, I clutched my books tightly towards my chest. My heart was palpitating, I was finding it hard to breathe. I felt whatever I was feeling was weird, is this what you feel when your crush come so close to you to the extent of pulling you into his arm and on the verge of kissing you? "Answer me Kelsi", he pulled me out of my reverie "Do you want me to kiss you"?

At the beginning, she thought it's just a Crush but when she realises it's not just a Crush and she had fallen head over heels for him her life turns upside down . When he's her crush , she didn't expect anything from him. She just wished to admire him. But when they are in love , she expected him to pamper her , love her and respect her. Both are poles apart. He's an extrovert who mingles with anyone easily while she's even unable to mingle with his friends. He's not that possesive type , while she's extremely possessive on him . Amidst the differences in their nature , it's their love that kept them together. What happens when an incident changes everything? Will they end up together or fa

I push back against him, grinding my heels into the floor, clenching around him until he growls my name like a curse. Sweat slicks our bodies, making us slide against one another with every heavy movement. The mirror is completely fogged now from the heat and the steam of our breath. I see us—reflected blurs, bodies slamming together in a haze of gray and white. It’s hallucinatory: the way he fills me so completely that I can’t tell where I end and he begins. The pressure builds in my lower stomach like a gathering storm, every thrust sending waves of electricity through my nerves that make my mind go completely blank. “Gonna come,” I gasp-sob, my voice breaking.

My hands get clammy, and I’m instantly weird, staring at him like a stupefied freak as my entire nether regions warm up. I experience real butterflies in the pit of my stomach and a gentle churn of heat and bubbles, giving way to a whole crescendo of internal chaos. My entire body is tingling and suddenly on full alert. My brain stutters and loses all cohesive thought when I'm properly faced with him. A face that could stop time and all sense. A brief reminder flicks through my head of hearing femmes talking about crushes, sexual attraction, and what having one felt like, and suddenly it hits me real bad, almost like reciting a tick list of signs.

I was not able to cope up with his harsh thrusts. He leaned down and kissed me, drinking down all my pleas as I cry over my sorrows. Then he shifted slightly, and I felt something weird building deep inside of me, as the time passed, and his thrusts became more brutal and worst, the strong waves of sensation started hitting me. My body stiffened, I felt my legs quivering, it felt weird, very weird. What was happening to me? Why I felt like this? What was this strange feeling? I wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible!

Jomi asked as she continued crying like everyone started staring at them. “Why?” Jomi asked as Felix swallowed his saliva. He couldn’t say anything, he wasn’t sure of his feelings, he didn’t know what to say, he didn’t want to say he felt what he wasn’t feeling. But at that moment, he felt like his heart was been squeezed mercilessly. Jomi stopped punching him as she sighed. She stared at him without blinking before she turned and started walking away slowly and Felix felt his heart getting more squeezed as she watched her walk away.

I lowered my gace, when suddenly I remembered that I talked to her like that. Before I could look down I felt a slap on my other cheek. I held my cheek. "Remember this bitch. Andrew. Is . Mine!. And leave him the fuck alone before I tell him that you have a crush on him". My eyes widened when she said that. How did she even know that I have a crush on Andrew. She must know the shock on my face. When she smirk and said. "Whats wrong?. Are you shocked". "How did you know?".I looked up at her and asked her in a low voice.

Anyways, today was Saturday and I would just wait for him to wake up. I was so happy this morning and did a little giddy dance in the bathroom. Damian slept on the bed beside me! I squealed and watched myself in front of the mirror. Was I falling for him? Suddenly, a sharp pain pricked me, just below my abdomen. I groaned and held onto the table for support. Oh, God. Please don't tell me it’s the red visitor. I sighed and bent my head for a while, then continued brushing. I was usually scared of it because mine seemed to be the worse. Some people call it dysmenorrhea. The cramps are usually worse and almost unbearable.

The sensation grows until it’s like my pulse is crashing in my ears, loud and insistent, like a downpour in a storm. I stop, frozen in place, staring after her as she chatters excitedly. What the hell is happening to me? My heart races, pounding so hard it feels like it’s about to burst from my chest. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I pressed a hand to my chest, frowning. Why the hell did it feel like I couldn’t breathe just now? Why did it feel like when Devon looked at me, really looked at me, every part of me went still? I took a deep, shaky breath. No. Nope. No sir. I wasn’t going there. Just a crush. Just awkwardness. That’s all this was. Right? But even as I told myself that, I couldn’t shake the feeling in my chest — tight, heavy, like something was shifting.