When Your Eyes Linger Novels & Stories

That was not all, he must continue to look at me without averting his gaze for five minutes—no pause, no distraction, not even for a second. His eyes are still fixed on my face, studying my features intently, but after a few seconds, his gaze gradually shifts downward. It lingers on my neck, tracing the delicate curve, then moves further down to my chest. He pauses there briefly, his eyes lingering on the subtle rise and fall of my breaths before traveling to my belly button. I remain entirely exposed, feeling a heightened sense of vitality coursing through my body as his heated gaze makes every nerve within me feel more alive than ever.

“It won’t last.” I stopped. She stood so now she was looking right at me. Facing one another without anything between us. A whisper of scent, sharp and sudden, filled the space between us. Close she stood, so near I felt it before I smelled it. Not words, but that fragrance spoke first - tight, lingering, laced with something unspoken. Her eyes locked onto mine, I held them steady. “Moments pass,” I said softly. “But some things… linger.” A faint tension pulled at the corners of her mouth. Her grin stretched thinner, like a wire about to snap.

I don't like the idea of a cane because I don't want to see it or rather people to see it as something I can't do without, staff a luxury item is better in my head. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, to memorize the aroma, this is how I study my environment, in case I am brought back here, I will know exactly where I'm at. "Let's order something shall we," Jesse said handing me the menu "Uhmm...i-".

The weight of their gazes bore down on me, amplifying the turmoil within. I could see the intensity in Nate's eyes as he looked at me. They were like two pools of molten amber, glowing with a mixture of determination and longing. The flickering light from the nearby torches danced in his irises, adding an ethereal glow to their depths. There was a depth to his gaze that seemed to hold a thousand untold stories, a silent promise of a connection yet to be fully explored.

I noticed the way her gaze lingered on him, her eyes tracing his every movement with a mix of curiosity and something else I couldn't quite decipher. It was as if Tonia had been captivated by Aaron, drawn to him in a way that surpassed mere intrigue. Her subtle glances and stolen moments of observation didn't escape my notice. I wondered if she had allowed herself to entertain the possibility of something more, or if it was simply the allure of the unknown that beckoned her towards him.

But at our Proximity, a stifling want, a yearning to be wrapped in her scent grew unbearable the closer I got. Especially when her eyes were watching me attentively, as my fingers curled around the hard books, placing them on top of her pile. Her gaze shifted as mine did, and it locked once more. I was so sure she would look away. For though she had gotten braver with her eye contact, she could only hold it for a few seconds. But this time, she lingered, her head tilting to the side, just Staring- My heart rammed within me whenever so slightly, her lips curled upwards. Her head tilted to the side as if studying me.

He then left Angela and Leonardo. Angela observed the movements of Lara and Fredrick. She felt a little sad watching Leonardo sitting on the couch. She couldn’t imagine what he had been doing in the past with the exhibit parties he was holding. He was probably roaming around shaking hands with all the visitors and talking to them happily. But now, he was just silent about his surroundings and staring at the floor with his blind eyes. Some eyes were staring at Leonardo with sympathy, so they were just ignoring him on the couch but enjoying the wine Lara had boasted. And then something came to Leonardo’s mind.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

Every so often, her gaze would drift, and her eyes would find his. It wasn't a quick, shy glance. It was a lingering, almost possessive stare. It was as if she were cataloging every detail of his face, his tailored suit, the way his tie knot sat just so, the slight stubble on his jaw that he’d forgotten to shave this morning. And when she realized she’d been caught, she didn't immediately snap her eyes away, blushing furiously as most would. Instead, a faint color would creep up her neck, her lips would part just slightly, and her gaze would hold his for a beat longer than necessary, a silent acknowledgment of their shared moment, before she’d fluster and turn back to her work with a little

"Her eyes did a thing." "Her eyes did the crying thing," he replies. "Without the crying. Which is more controlled and therefore more Margaret and still counts." I look out the window. "What if they think it is too soon?" "Then they think it is too soon," he says. "It changes nothing." "Rhys..."