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

So, I did. With my sleepy eyes, I directly gazed towards the rearview mirror in front. In there, I caught a glimpse of his blue eyes looking back at me. I blinked twice to make sure I wasn't seeing wrong. But when I found his eyes, I abruptly closed my eyes and stop breathing for a second. How many times should our eyes meet?

A strained sigh snapped my attention back to the reason why I opened my eyes in the first place. And there he was. “Blink twice if you truly see me, Wildcat.” He murmured, those intentional dark orbs sinking right into my soul, like he was daring me to give him a negative reaction. At first, I just stared, looking back into those eyes like I wanted to figure out every single secret behind his gaze. Then slowly, I blinked. Once, then twice, right before he had the chance to freak out. “Say my name. Let me be sure that wasn't an automatic blink that just happened naturally” he murmured, moving closer now, yet trying to stay as far as possible away from me.

I hold him in eye contact, forgetting how much of an effect his eyes have on me but I soon realize how much I loved it. It was an unspoken staring contest. We already knew the rules. First-person to blink loses and does what the other one wants. I hold his eyes for 30 seconds or so and then I feel my eyes starting to water. Then a genius idea pops up inside my brain and I decide to make weird faces. I didn't know what I was doing. I wouldn't even do this on my worse days. I stick my tongue out and start throwing random hand gestures in the air, pretending those were gang signs.

"Basic rules. Whoever blinks or looks away first loses." He smiles. "All right, then. Tell me when." I straighten and meet his gaze. No point in dragging this out. He looks so arrogant, so sure of himself, and I'd love nothing better than to shatter that confidence. "Go." The word is hardly more than a whisper, but I know he hears it. His pupils dilate and the corners of his eyes crinkle, but he holds my gaze. For a long moment, he and I stare into each other's eyes. I can tell from his expression that he thinks he has the upper hand here. I've only ever been average at best at staring contests, but this time I have an advantage and I'm not afraid to use it.

I wiped my tears, controlled my breathing and hammering heartbeats, and yelled at him, "Yes, I can't see properly because I'm BLIND” .. .. Thank You ShineeSunshine ❤️

Bridget gently told Amanda “I won't,” Amanda replied "I promise." “Alright, see you this evening.” Bridget briefly took Amanda's hands and then, bid her goodbye. Amanda waved goodbye to her friend as she watched her leave, just then, her left eye noticed camera light flashing almost obscured. If not that the faint light kept flashing repeatedly, she wouldn't have been so sure. And at that point, she knew immediately that the paparazzi were on to her.

“Yep. They are watching us right now.” When his head tilts as if to search for them, I blurt out, “No. Don’t look.” He slides his sunglasses back on, hiding his charming eyes from me. “I’ll describe them. Just don’t look. Or, don’t make it obvious that you’re looking.”

She means something to me, and that won't change, mate or not. I take a deep calming breath as I step up on the stage and begin to make eye contact with each female. My eyes instantly get dry and start watering, but I press through. I want to blink so bad, but I feel like if I do, I might miss her eyes. The special eyes that are supposed to make my heart stop. After about thirty seconds, I finally blink, and when I do, I open my eye to see Jasmine's. I almost sneer before looking away as quickly as possible.

“Sir, if you can hear me, try to blink once.” Lucian’s lashes trembled. His gaze wavered but then shifted back to me. He blinked. Once. My breath caught. “Good,” the doctor said briskly. “Again. Blink if you can.”