When Your Eyes Linger Novels & Stories

I couldn’t look away and that delicate look flashes in his eyes again, this time it’s even shining more potently than it did earlier. “Wh-What do you mean then?” I ask between hushed breaths, catching my bottom lips in between my teeth. He pulls them free with the pad of his thumb, his gaze lingering a bit longer on my lips lingering before he drags his fingers down the length of my body and finally catch my hand that’s rested between our bodies.

She wore the face of a friend, but her eyes-those eyes wandered too often, lingered where they shouldn't, and I can recognise those eyes any day, anytime . I sat in my study, fingers idly drumming against the polished desk. Finally, with a sigh, I turned to the monitor tucked discreetly in the corner, linked to the house security system. If experience had taught me anything, it was that feelings often revealed what eyes tried to hide.

“Lara, we should go. There’s a lot of work waiting for us.” I hummed softly in reply, but my steps slowed as I moved toward Nathan. Before leaving, I couldn’t resist one last glance at him. Maybe it wasn’t defiance—it was something deeper, something magnetic pulling my gaze. Our eyes met. A sudden chill ran down my spine. I bit my lip without realizing it, unable to break free from his stare. His gaze locked on mine, unwavering, almost as if he was drawing me in. We lingered in that silent exchange, neither of us looking away. It wasn’t just a glance—it was a quiet battle, each holding onto the moment as if it mattered more than anything else.

Eyes fixed on Eli’s window. Quiet. Certain. Patient. “…You will see it,” he murmured. A pause. Then softer: “…And when you do, you will stop running.”

His eyes dropped. One second. Less than one second. The specific and brief and barely-there descent of a look, the particular and fleeting quality of a man's eyes moving from a woman's eyes to her mouth in the fraction of a moment that was not long enough to be called a look but was present enough to be undeniable, that had the specific and irreducible quality of something that had happened even though it had happened very quickly, that could not be taken back or reframed or reclassified into something other than what it was. His eyes dropped.

Time seemed to stand still as I gazed into those eyes, unable to tear my gaze away. In the midst of the daunting circumstances that enveloped me, I couldn't help but be struck by their beauty and depth. Those eyes held a mesmerizing quality, drawing me in with their piercing gaze. They seemed to contain a myriad of emotions and untold stories, etched within their icy blue depths. "Are you done staring?" his sharp words shattered the fleeting enchantment, bringing me back to the harsh reality of the situation. The sound of his voice jolted me, a stark reminder that now was not the time to be entranced by his captivating gaze.

His eyes were totally locked on me and he gave me his unflinching attention, like I was the only thing in the room worth looking at. Our eyes locked and he looked at me slowly, giving me that searching sweep over my face, lingering on the curve of my smile, his eyes lingered on my mouth, watching as I absently chewed the end of my pen cap. Then his eyes slid to my lips and he slowly licked and bit his lip. I felt heat creeping up my skin and quickly swallowed. I snapped my eyes back to the screen, trying to concentrate on Eve’s words, but the magnetic pull of his eyes were impossible to ignore.

More jokes? My jaw clenched harder as I grind my teeth. My fingers flexed inside the water but I didn’t interrupt or move but my gaze…? It lingered locked and unblinking as I tracked every step she made, every inch of space Aerin occupied near her. The way his attention lingered just a fraction too long on her face. He meets my eyes again, longer now and whispers something to her. From the way she tenses, he must have told her I was staring.

Maybe I'm just missing Elia but I can't stop staring. To my surprise, he turns to look at me but I can't seem to find myself look away. Our eyes meet in a confusingly way but we stay still, only focusing into each other's eyes without any intention of looking away. I don't know what I see in his eyes but there has got to be something. Something that I can't reach.

Yet before she could voice her concerns, Lyra's gaze turned distant, her eyes glazed over, indicating her immersion in a mind link, connecting with someone unseen. I watched her closely, my senses attuned to the subtle shifts in her body language. Her brows furrowed, and her features contorted with worry, hinting at the gravity of the conversation transpiring within her mind. The silence surrounding us grew heavy, punctuated only by the faint sounds of her breath, suspended as if time itself held its breath. She slowly withdrew from the mind link, her eyes refocusing on the present moment. "What is it?" I asked, my voice laced with a blend of curiosity and concern.