"Are we doing training forms?" she asked as he returned his dark stare to her.
She'd never left the country and couldn't help but stare in wonder at the romantically lit Arc de Triomphe.
Katie continued to stare at her.
People stare at her with varying looks of curiosity and intensity.
Taran released him and turned to stare hard at Sirian, whose calm features hid any emotion he might feel.
He continued to stare at her total lack of remorse.
When Carmen continued to stare at her, she threw her hands in the air.
She gave him a cold stare, knowing her face was getting red.
When she retreated to the bathroom, she flipped on the light, cringed, but forced herself to stare at her reflection in the mirror over the sink.
He stalked off, and Han glanced down from his bored stare at the ceiling.
She read, paced, and finally just lay down to stare at the ceiling until morning came.
He was met with a blank stare but kept going.
Rhyn dropped back to stare at the sky.
If you aren't going to train me and are just going to stare at me, I'm doing something else with my time.
He unfolded it only when in the safety of his locked room and sat it down on the desk to stare at it.
Gentlemen don't stare at ladies' unmentionables.
Katie glanced at Carmen for support, but Carmen continued to stare at her plate.
Oblivious to her frozen stare, his black eyes fixed on Bordeaux as he dashed for cover.
"I don't think I want to stare at someone's finger while I'm putting on my makeup," she said with a shudder.
Lydia Larkin continued to stare, then shrugged and began filling her glass.
Speechless for a long moment, she did nothing but stare at him.
He looked at her, a penetrating stare that made her again regret drawing his attention.
He listed a few items, none of which she heard as she continued to stare at the paper.
"So," she murmured, "we're just going to stand out here and stare at each other all morning?
For a moment he continued to stare at her, and then a smile slowly worked its way across the tortured features.
When he continued to stare at her, she added, "And neither am I."
She pulled it free, once again compelled to stare at the name written there.
He moved forward, stopping to stare at Darian.
She continued to stare at Cynthia, but her conversation was directed at Dean.
She tried not to stare at the man staring at her.
He watched, but stood too far away to tell if she had the blank stare of someone being influenced.