"He's staring at you"
"I know he's staring at me," I reply to my friend Reem as we stand at the bar in a popular night club in London and one of guy I staring at me from half an hour
Approximately six feet tall, all muscle, a hazel eyes, and I am literally drooling over him coz he looks so hot and I'm the one he's staring at. He's sitting about fifteen feet away from me, a cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other, listening to something his friend is telling him. His eyes, those incredibly hazel eyes, they don't leave me for a moment though.
"Come on, walk over. You know you want to" I say in my head as I sip my drink and keep on staring at him. I'll be damned if I look away first. It's like we're half staring out of attraction, half staring each other down. I don't care if this s
