He Likes You Body Language Novels & Stories

like it was a love language. I didn’t hear him approach until he was beside me. “Hey,” he said, voice low. “You’ve been quiet.” I nodded. “Just thinking.” “Dangerous habit.” I smiled, but it didn’t reach my chest. He leaned against the tree beside me, arms crossed. “Can I ask you something?” I nodded again. “What’s going on between us?” I swallowed. “I don’t know.” “I do,” he said. “I like you, Gabby. I like the way you laugh when you’re surprised. I like how you listen with your whole face. I like that you challenge me.”

It could have just been my ears, but did his tone change and get softer? He pinned me with his stare, licking his bottom lips. "It's like knowing what someone wants and giving it to them, no matter how much they resist." He continued, and my breath hitched. Was he talking about me? "Or...they pretend not to want it, but their eyes tell you a different thing. Their body language... It teaches you how to read people and use that to your advantage. It teaches you how to get what you want and when you want it regardless of any obstacle." His voice dipped even further. "Just like I get what I want."

he said with an equally surprised look after separating his lips from hers. " That's the word. I need you. Take me home. - Okay okay, wow. » he replies still in his amazement. She hugs him, taking care to press his whole body against his. I clench my fists so tightly that I feel like my palms are going to end up pierced. Her gaze suddenly shifts towards me, and I understand that she has perfectly analyzed my body language and that she is reveling in the state in which she puts me. By pretending to do it discreetly, she lowers her hand under the belt of Jonathan's pants. Her gaze still on mine, and a smile still as devilish on his lips.

A rumble escaped my stomach as I instantly wrapped my arms around myself, “You must be hungry Laya,” He said grinning from ear to ear as he swayed the plate from side to side, his expression told me he was up to something, and no sooner had I thought of how sly and cunning his body language was presenting itself to me before he then slowly stepped aside and confirmed why I had felt a prickle of excitement in my throat.

I could feel his eyes on my back, burning holes through the thin material of my blouse. “Stop looking at me like that,” I muttered again, louder this time, not daring to glance over my shoulder. He didn’t say anything for a moment. Then I felt him move, the floor creaking beneath his shoes as he took a slow, calculated step toward me. “You know,” he began, his voice low and teasing, “for someone who claims not to be interested, your body language is very… contradictory.” I whipped around, eyes blazing. “Excuse me?”

It took me double the minutes I would use to say those words on a normal day before I could get it out of my mouth. I watched her shake her head gently. She didn’t say anything, but her body language spoke volumes. Her eyes, the way it stared at me longingly and with so much admiration, and the way she keeps leaning slightly towards me, the subtle parting of her lips—everything about her was inviting me. I hesitated, unsure if I should act on what her body was telling me or wait for her to speak.

My body started to waver on its own, making me tighten my grip on the sheet under my hands. "You're trembling." He said and I gulped. "S-stop it," I said while my face was downright stuffed in the pillow by his hand. He is way stronger after getting injured or maybe I'm too powerless. He doesn't leave any moment to hover on me, does he? "Your stuttering, too." He said and I internally rolled my eyes. Why is he dictating my body language? Did anyone ask? Nobody asked. "Stop trembling like that...my inside is howling." He whispered in my area.

I stood still trying to listen to what they were talking about, but from the place I was standing, it's difficult. I was watching the way his jaw moves whenever he talks, it's so desirable to watch. The way he clenching his jaw whenever the officer says something he doesn't like. The way his nerves popping out of his hands whenever he fists, the anger and impatience were clearly visible in his body language.

I am so wound up, I think my body might be buzzing. He seems to notice and kisses down my chin, down my cleavage, on top of the scrap of fabric to my exposed belly button. He drags his tongue over to the hip he was tickling earlier and I let out an involuntary moan and then a squeak as he bites my hip. “See what I mean,” He laughed low and husky, looking up at me from a kneeling position between my legs. “You don’t even know that your body is telling me what you do and don't like.

Way to go Ilayda just carry on you're going just great. I looked at him and he was half smiling. "No you're not, because if you were, your body wouldn't be reacting the way it does when I'm close," he whispered in my ear with his husky voice, it sends chills all over my body. "Listen, Ilayda, and look at me" I looked at him and he smiled at me "I LIKE YOU, heard that? I do, more than I could probably describe in words and I know that deep down you do too. So why don't you consider giving me a chance, huh?"