His gaze focused more on me. It deepened, piercing into my soul. I saw him take a sip of the beer while still keeping his gaze fixed on me. I'm starting to feel uneasy because of the way he's looking at me.
He is looking—no, he's staring at me until it reaches my soul. He's staring at me as if he adores me so much. He's staring at me as if I'm the only person he's seeing right now.
He is so entrancing. His eyes are so captivating and I can't get enough of it. I absolutely love his brown eyes.
He was dreamy. His eyes were dreamy. I was lost in those brown eyes, and I never wanted to be found. I loved the way he looked at me.
In a moment, he took another sip of his beer. I thought our staring would end there, but I was mistaken.
I felt a rush of excitement when suddenly he stood up and said something to Noah and Rusty before heading towards me, leaving the guitar with Rusty.