He's Just Not Into You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"It's not that simple." "It's always that straightforward. "You are either into him or not." I could hear dishes clinking in the background. She was presumably in the kitchen, multitasking as usual. "And I don't need to be in the same country to know that you're definitely into him." I grumbled, twisting the phone chord between my fingers as if it could somehow bind my jumbled sentiments. "It isn't about being into him. It's more nuanced than that." "Please enlighten me, sweetheart. Because, from where I'm standing, it sounds like you're in the midst of a tremendous emotional problem, and I need information."

he quickly responds, "But I don't like the type of girl who would complain about that. I don't like annoying, whiny girls. I don't like a frail princess. I like strong girls... just as strong as me. I've never had any complaints before." Oh. That's enlightening, but I don't want to think about it too much. About him being into strong women. Or women at all. Or anyone. He shouldn't like anyone, just me. "Well, good for you, maybe I'm into whiny girls, but more importantly... I might be a whiny guy," I murmur, "So, let's just not do it. No sex tonight.” "What?!" He lets out, frowning, "When the hell did you decide that?"

As fucked up as it was, I wanted him to know the truth. I cleared my throat. “It didn’t work out.” I braced for whatever insult he was going to throw at me. “Why not?” His voice was softer, curious. Huh? That was so not what I’d expected. “It just didn’t. We weren’t compatible.” I was too embarrassed to tell him that the dude had refused to suit up. He didn’t say anything, just stepped closer until our chests were nearly touching. “Not compatible, huh?” His eyes flashed with something I couldn’t quite read. “Was he a bottom too?”

Don't you think so? "I just got back from a mission and I'm really tired, so stop being unreasonable, okay?" "You know I never do, and I'm not joking," I eventually said. "I'm really leaving you." I really didn't want to argue because my hip really hurt, and hung up and set my phone on mute, closing my eyes as I really didn't care what he would say. - Orion's P.O.V I felt uneasy for some reason after Elara hung up on me, as if I just lost something important.

Since when does a basic blood donation turn you into a Victorian ghost? But of course, Michael ate it up. He whipped the car around without missing a beat. "I'm coming to get you. Hang tight, okay?" Kallie's voice perked up—briefly—then went syrupy again. "No, really, don't. I'll be fine. I don't want you to miss your marriage registration..." "You don't have to say anything else. I'm on my way!" He hung up, then turned to me like he was giving orders.

"I don't love you anymore. I died once because of you—what makes you think I'd still love you after that? The wedding's off." His eyes widened in shock, pupils shrinking before they grew large again. He was completely stunned. No one else around us knew what I meant when I said I'd "died once", but Byron and I did. And now, he was terrified. Genuinely terrified. "No… Let me explain. I didn't mean for things to go like this. I-I…" He kept talking, stumbling over his words, completely falling apart. But no matter what he said, I wasn't going to believe him.

He muttered to himself in a low, pitiful voice. "Confess your feelings to her. She may accept you…" He tried to motivate himself, but a familiar negative thought crept into his mind. "She'll reject you. She has a crush on her Mr. Perfect. She loves Wright Dominic, not you."

Just enough for him to register the weight behind the question. Then he laughs. A full, amused laugh. “Oh, Marcella,” he says. “That question already tells me too much. So this is the reason for the call.” “Please don’t tease me.” I groan. “Just asking for a friend.” “RealIy? A friend?? Anyways I tease because I care,” he says lightly. “Now listen. When I like someone and they don’t like me back, I don’t give up.” I frown. “You don’t?”

Why was he telling me this? ‘I’m not romantically interested in her. Or any other woman, as a matter of fact.’ ‘Okay, noted. Got it—’ My head froze mid-nod. Wait, what? He was not into Jaclyn. Or any other woman. What did that mean? He was not into women? Was he… into men? But hadn’t Kai said Lochlan and Jaclyn had some on-again, off-again drama? I stared at Lochlan’s too-handsome face.

Who would've thought someone would openly say he was interested in me—when we didn't even have each other added on WhatsApp? "Vincent, I really appreciate you helping me out twice," I said at last. "But I'm sorry—I'm not in the right headspace for a relationship right now." His gaze dimmed slightly, but he didn't get upset. His expression stayed gentle, tinged with curiosity. "That's strange. Why are you so rational when you're around me?" I paused for a beat. "Are you… into idiots?" The smile in his eyes slowly spread. "No. I'm into you."