“We sat down and I could feel my breathing quicken as the butterflies returned to dance in my stomach.”
“Theres something alluring and dangerous about him, but comforting and protective. When I think about him, my stomach knots, my heart rate quickens and...and I could go on... -Laney”
“Aren't you hungry?" he asked, distracted."No." I didn't feel like mentioning that my stomach was already full - of butterflies.”
“I feel his arm Lightly Over me.He takes one of my outstretched hands.Draws it beneath my stomach."One more time..."This is not sex,Not friendship. SomethingStrangeSpecialIn the stillness of his breath,The waterlike way he moves.He is making a dance.We are making a dance.”
“Every butterfly in the world has migrated to my stomach.”
“This time the fluttery feeling in my stomach was more intense. It made the inside of my thighs tingle and my breathing deepen.”