“Every butterfly in the world has migrated to my stomach.”
“Oh, God. I'm in big trouble. Because I'm staring. I can't keep my eyes from ogling his chiseled triceps and biceps and every other "eps ' he has. The butterflies in my stomach have just multiplied tenfold as my wandering gaze meets his.”
“My pulse is buzzing and my stomach is a riot of butterflies and half-digested peanut butter cookies.”
“We sat down and I could feel my breathing quicken as the butterflies returned to dance in my stomach.”
“Oh, gross. Your stomach is full of butterfly barf!”
“I’m not nervous, but I have butterflies in my stomach. Or at least I will, because I just swallowed a bunch of caterpillars.”