How To Know If A Quiet Guy Likes You Novels & Stories

My gaze locked directly onto hers, unblinking, like glass. She let out a nervous little laugh. "Okay… wow. You're really quiet." Then she moved-bare feet padding softly across the marble. She took a few bold steps toward me. Her fingers hovered at my chest, not touching yet, just testing the air between us. "I like quiet guys," she said, voice sultry now. "I find them… really attractive." "Get your hands off me," I said, flat as stone. My tone didn't rise. Didn't shake. It didn't need to.

“You know the fact that you're having sex with him continually can make you feel like you are having feelings for him, which is quite normal, but I would say you shouldn't trust him yet, and if he feels the same way about you, he should have asked why you're here and what he can do to help you. If he hasn't asked any of those questions, then I am afraid that he doesn't like you as much as you think.” I loved that this strange man had passed the yardstick Lisa used in determining if a man liked us. It honestly gave me joy because I really liked this man even though I was married. It wasn't my fault that my heart didn't want to listen to anything I was telling it. It was claiming to be in love

Just ask your question already. "How do you know when a guy likes you?" "What?" "I told you not to think of something else!" "Alright. Alright. Well, how can you know? Hmm, let's see. One, his eyes." "His eyes?" "Uhn. There's a particular way that he'll look at you, a very special way. Also, if he keeps on stealing glances at you, it also means he likes you." "Is that so?" She asked as she tried to think if she had ever caught Asher staring at her in a strange way. "What if he doesn't do that?" She asked. "Is there another way you can tell?"

"What's the point of lying when you know the truth too? You won't be able to take her again, Dylan loves her too much to let her go" "How do you know? You just saw them now" Blane let out a bitter laughed "You can see how much a guy likes a girl from their eyes. It shines and never fail to let others see that shine. It's different" I said as I turned to him. He was already looking at me "You can see how much a girl likes a guy from her action. She will care for the guy infinitely" I added "Have you been in love?" He asked "Yeah" I answered "Did it end good?"

"That woman is the secret he's hiding in his heart." Sunny was starting to feel unsure. "There's one way you can test him." Sheila was curious. "How do I test him?" Sunny: "Throw the coat away and see what his reaction is. If he doesn't react, that means he likes you. But if he questions you, then it means he really is just treating you as a substitute." Sheila was hesitant. "Throw it away? What if he hates me?" Sunny: "Then hide it and pretend you threw it away. If he really cares, you can give it back to him."

“Fine. I’ll take your word for it.” H But then he paused. “But that still doesn’t explain why you’re trying to get his secretary’s attention.” I shrugged. “What can I say? If I see a pretty girl I like, I go for her.” “But you’re also supposed to know when to stop,” he said. “Especially if that pretty girl has made it clear she doesn’t reciprocate your feelings.” I tilted my head. “How do you know what she feels for me?” “She doesn’t even spare you a glance when you’re in the same room.”

He's just too quiet. "What?", Aiden and I shouted. "How do you know?", I asked with my eyes wide open. He shrugged. "The way he talks to her and all. It's obvious he likes her. The way he puts his arm around her. The way looks at her and all that." "Woah! Look who's talking now", Aiden said "What do you mean?", Eric asked. "You don't look like someone who knows about liking someone. You are just too cool." "I'm human and I have a heart so why won't I know?"

He smiled at me as I smiled back sheepishly. He's a beautiful and very romantic man. He is utterly kind and thoughtful. He's like a modern Romeo. Any girl would fall for him or should I say, have had fallen for him. He's a very sweet guy and he knows the right things to say. Nobody can hate such a nice guy like Milo. He's like a perfect boyfriend to have. And yes, I am now fully aware of how he's such a ladies' man. Girls get easily attracted to him and now I know why, he's really charming. His looks, his personality, his charm, his sweet talks and he knows what to do to make me flutter all the freaking time. "Why are you quiet?" I asked.

God—I really need to get laid. “Nothing to say?” he pushes. Does he ever shut up? “What do you want me to say?” I mutter. “Thank you?” A quiet chuckle slips out of him. “Touché.” After that, he finally goes silent. For a while. But the quiet doesn’t help. Because his gaze—it doesn’t move. Not even for a second. It stays on me, sharp and unrelenting, like he’s trying to peel me apart layer by layer, like he’s got all the time in the world to figure me out. It’s suffocating.

Truth was, I probably didn’t know much more than she did. Even though she’d been stuck here most of her life, I had a feeling she still had more freedom than me. “How do you know if a guy likes you?” The question caught me off guard. My mouth opened, then closed. I didn’t even know what to say. For a long time, I just stared at her. It felt like forever before she groaned in frustration. “God, this is so stupid. I’m being stupid,” she muttered. “What happened?” I nudged her gently.