When You See Me Don't Blink Or Stare Novels & Stories

"This is comfortable." I saw him gulp hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. Finally, he took a deep breath, blinking away from my legs and looking straight ahead. A blind man could see the effort it was taking him to not sneak a glance at my legs. I pressed my lips to prevent the huge grin from decorating my face. My head was spinning with contentment and I was relishing his reaction immensely.

I know this is a line you must have heard a thousand times, but I’ll say them any ways. Whenever we bump into each other, I always wish I have enough courage to speak to you but I get stuck with this thought In my head . "how can I compete with all of them? Would she ever give me a chance?” The sight of you today was breathtaking, seeing you smile always is dreams come true for me. I love the way that your eyes sparkle whenever I look at them, the way your lips slide up a bit whenever you are about to say something funny, the way you take charge, and even the way you study in your private time.

Without her scent or the steady rhythm of her breathing, sleep was a lost cause. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was the final, icy look Jocelyn gave me as she got into that car. The pain in my chest was so heavy that it felt like a physical weight, making every breath a struggle. "Shawn? Shawn!" Kristine was suddenly standing in front of me, holding a glass of wine. It took her several tries to snap me out of my trance. "What's going on in that head of yours? It's my big day. You don't get to skip out on the toast."

I met her gaze and found them flickering with light. “First lesson don’t stare at your prey.” I tore my gaze away as she grinned, “It will give them too much time to prepare.

I can’t breathe, I thought to myself. “Michael, take a deep breath and watch me,” Elliot instructed me and began to inhale so I could follow along. I’m beginning to tear up as I try to follow along and my breath is shaky when exhaling, “I’m sorry. It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.” I cried. “It’s not. There’s no reason to be blaming yourself. Let’s focus right now,” He said, glancing around the room before turning back to me. “Tell me one thing that you can see in your room.”

I am too afraid to blink , thinking that any second I will wake up or miss an important detail. He turns his head towards me , his icy cold eyes latch onto my own doe like ones. He challenges me ; I can feel his intimidation doubles and maybe even triples in order to make me submit to him. I do not know how he does it , but I finally lower my gaze and look at the tips of my shoes. I cower away , but how far can I go when I am not moving at all?

Maybe it was because I thought of the woman I was in my past life, the one who blindly threw herself into love. Blind love made women foolish and insecure. By the time I finished breakfast and returned to my room, I noticed I had over a dozen missed calls, most of them from Chris. I didn't bother to call back, deliberately ignoring them. Just as I was about to put my phone down and head to the library, I received an Instagram follow request. "Hi, gorgeous. Do you remember me? I'm Drake, the one who danced with you." I opened the message and saw his profile picture. He had brown curly hair and bright green eyes. He looked youthful and energetic, more like a sports star than a serious Alpha. I

For me to see. Our eyes meet, and I think I whisper, “Don’t.”

Aminah was about to protest but she decided to just let it go because it looks like he knows better what to do. "Open your eyes widely" She follows his instruction "Don't blink" But she looked like a fool who blinked when he said not to blink. "I said don't blink. Stay still" "Sorry" When he successfully put the contact lens in, her eyes met with Bram's. Aminah's vision becomes clearer and she saw how close her face was to Bram's, that's why she suddenly moved away from it. “Thank you,” She said in low voice, Bram just get things and put them on his shoulder

Silence returned. I looked at her. She was blinking. Slow—but rapid. Something new. Hope stirred. I watched. Waited. Nothing else moved. Not a hand. Not a finger. Her eyes still carried that distant, fogged glaze. “Did they startle you?” I asked quietly. No answer. But the blinking didn’t stop. “Calm down, beautiful. You’re safe.” Still nothing. I cupped her face gently and tilted it toward me. She exhaled—barely audible.