How Do Guys Feel When They Get Left On Read Novels & Stories

Adam paused, thinking. “And Leo handled it. Didn’t freeze, didn’t panic. Picked what felt right to him and went with it.” A small nod. “That matters.” He rested his elbows on his knees now, more relaxed. “Yeah, it’s intense. Yeah, it’s not normal.” He smirked faintly. “But it’s one hell of a story to have.” Another pause. “The part at the end though…” he added more quietly. “That empty feeling after? That’s real. Happens to a lot of guys. First time, especially when it’s… big like that.”

He just watched me like he was waiting for more. But I didn’t say more. I had said enough. He stepped so close that I felt dizzy out of fear. But that was the only movement. He kept his hands to himself. Then he spoke, “Leave.” His voice was steady. Hard. Controlled. The word cut clean. My stomach dropped. My throat tightened. For a moment, my world tilted. It felt like rejection. Like failure. Like a slap I had asked for. But his face stayed exactly the same. No irritation. No interest. No pleasure. No disappointment. Nothing.

I looked at him, unsure how to respond, then dropped my gaze. “I just…” I exhaled slowly. “When you left earlier, I thought you weren’t coming back. I thought I’d messed everything up again. It felt like you were done with me.” He didn’t reply right away. He just kept looking at me in that unreadable way that made me feel strangely small. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. That only made it worse. My cheeks warmed, and I had to look away again, suddenly very aware of how exposed I felt.

He was gone. My heart started pounding so fast it felt like it was trying to punch its way out of my chest. I pressed a hand over it, breathing hard through my nose. That bastard. He used me, took what he wanted, and just… left? Like I was some random hookup he could discard in the morning?

“You didn’t give me a single explanation and you just…” “Rue,” he says gently, his fingers brushing my cheek. “Could you let me explain before you get yourself all riled up?” For a moment, I don’t respond as I try to ignore the sudden pull I feel below my belly button. “Go on.” Growing quiet, I wait while Leo stares at me, his face expressionless as he tries to get his thoughts together. “I left that day because I couldn’t make sense of my own feelings.” His answer is short, sweet, to the point, and it pisses me off more than I thought it would because wasn’t he all but admitting that he used me?

“Don’t even finish that sentence, I’ll explain when I get there.” “OK, the coffee is on, and Ezra just went to get breakfast to go.” I ended the mind link and tried to demand my tears to stop. Why would he do this? He made love to me half the night in this very bed, and then left without even saying goodbye. It was both of our first time. It was supposed to be magical and special. It was until this morning. I expected to wake up wrapped in his arms, not alone. I’m hurt, angry, sad, mad. I don’t even know how to feel.

Then I realize we are missing one person, the woman who has made all of us feel something we have never felt before. "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!! Guys snap out of it she's gone!" Toni snaps his head towards me " Why would she leave after she just confessed her feelings for us?" he asks with a confused look on his face "SHIT!!" Tyson roars out "She thinks that we don't love her guys. When we didn't respond to her confession or even react she assumed the worst and left." Our eyes widen as we realize how bad we just fucked up with our girl. Tyson goes to unlock the door. When Toni reminds him that we are all naked and need clothes then we can go get our girl.

He only laughed and left from the locker room. I’d gotten used to her voice, her questions, her smile and her constant need to annoy me. And now that she wasn’t around everything felt slightly off and different. Was this how it felt to be in a relationship and then have an argument with your partner? I hated the feeling. ——- The bus ride to the away game the next morning was calm and also loud enough to be able to conclude that there were twelve excited dudes on it. Though their spirits were lifting , I didn’t feel calm or in the mood.

“You two seem to be getting along really well”. She grinned passing me a mug of tea. We were out the back sitting on the decking. The rain had stopped, the air mild and fresh. “We are”. I smiled. “It feels different”. “In a good way?”. “I didn’t realise how much I needed him”. “Until he left?”. “Yeah, I thought because we didn’t mate the feelings would just go away”. “Doesn’t work like that”. She smiled. “Can I be honest with you?”.

I struggled to reconcile the man I thought I knew with the one who seemed so detached and uninvested. I knew my emotions didn’t mean anything to him. The realization was a bitter pill to swallow. His indifference was a stark contrast to the turmoil I felt inside. I had poured my heart out, shared my deepest feelings, and yet it seemed to make no difference. He remained distant, unmoved by my emotions. The knowledge was a painful reminder that our connection was one-sided, and I was left to deal with the weight of my own unrequited feelings.