Sweats Nervously 소설 & 이야기

He was barely holding back his laughter, and the corners of his mouth twitched with the effort. His composed demeanor only made my anxiety spike higher, like a fevered pitch in my veins. Bryan, on the other hand, was sweating profusely, his face a mask of mortification. Beads of sweat trickled down his temples, and his hands trembled as he tried to steady himself.

There was some kind of uneasiness that settled at the bottom of his stomach and it twisted the whole of his intestines into many forms. He wiped away beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm. The edge of his suit sleeve suffered the injustice of being wet from all the water that formed there. He hissed out of annoyance when he realized that he was falling into some kind of anxiety mode. Something he hadn't felt in years.

Most of the time, when I was with him, he was either looking frustrated or angry. “You should smile a lot… I think it suits you well,” I averted my eyes from him and pretended to focus on the book I am reading. But the thing is, my throat really feels dry yet I am sweating which is so strange. I tried to even my breath and tried not to look too obvious that I am starting to feel nervous in front of him, knowing we are the only people inside this vast library. I shouldn’t give a hint that I am starting to feel uncomfortable because of that d*mn, gorgeous smile.

She scrunched her nose. I’m sorry, I just don’t feel like myself. I sighed. You’re just nervous, plus you have been through a lot these last few months. Why don’t you try and nap for a bit? Ryott suggested. Nah, I’m okay. I just want the day to hurry up and end. I sighed. Nera just been a major chatter box and prancing around. I think she's even given me a headache. I said rubbing my forehead.

Sumire felt a wave of sudden, intense nervousness as the cold crawled into every fiber of her being. An inexplicable emotion has now swirling inside her. She broke into a sweat. Her heart pounded rapidly, almost bursting out of her chest, and her hand began shaking uncontrollably and feeling cold.

My eyes were glued to his hand on mine that gave me a tingling sensation to my body. I am screaming mentally because I knew my hands were sweating profusely. I wanted to be buried six feet below the ground right now. "What's up with you? And why is your hand cold and..." he paused and squeezed my hand which gave me more of a jolt of electricity to my nervous system. "...sweaty? Are you sure you are okay?" "I-I am! O-Okay?!" I pulled away from his hand "I'm going to get my tab!" I said quickly and returned to my room.

His blood was wildly boiling; veins had long protruded everywhere on his sweat-drenched skin. He nervously clenched his teeth while swallowing deepily; trying to get rid of a lump that was dancing in the chambers of his throat. His dilated eyes with shock sharply darted up and down the blue screen of his phone that for some reason proved to be heavy for his sweating hand. A frown had long glued itself across his forehead, shamelessly finding a temporary home immediately when he had switched his phone on. Questions and thoughts raced in his head, making it hard to think of anything else but that one thing that bothered his heart.

you know that [Jordan]: yeah [Jordan]: hey can I ask you something My stomach did a small, stupid thing. [Nora]: yeah [Jordan]: do you ever get nervous? like actually nervous. before a game I exhaled. Right. Hockey nervous. That kind of something. [Nora]: every single time [Jordan]: really? you never look it [Nora]: that's the job. you learn to put it somewhere else and deal with it after [Jordan]: where do you put it I thought about that. Truthful answer, slightly embarrassing.

I’ve been a nervous wreck since yesterday. Don’t get me wrong, I was overjoyed when Sorrell agreed to go out with me, but this is our first date and I want everything to be perfect. Maybe that’s unrealistic, but I can at least try. I showered twice, first time was to clean off the events of the day, and the second was because I got so nervous I started to sweat up a storm.

I didn't have to look closely to see it was sweating and the steering wheel was dripping wet from his sweaty palms –that was totally an exaggeration. “Unless you've got excess sodium in your body, I think it's nervousness that'll make your palms to sweat” I said with a little smirk. “My palms sweat almost every time, that doesn't mean I'm nervous” he said in defense. “Okay if you say so” I sang finally letting go of the heaven that is his hand. “The only thing the Benny's are good at is ice cream, you know that right?” I asked changing the subject immediately because I really hate embarrassing people.