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

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.

I fell quiet for a moment, staring at his back. Then suddenly, a wild thought popped into my head. “Wait... don’t tell me, you like someone else?” No answer. Not even a flinch. Seconds passed. Then minutes. He didn’t say a word. And for some reason, that silence, that calm, unreadable silence, made me even more curious.

I didn’t trust myself around him. “Relax,” he said, his smile widening. “I won’t bite.” I swallowed hard, wishing the beer would dull my senses, but instead, I only felt more aware of every single movement, every touch. "Are you really this quiet?" he chuckled sexily. Gosh! If this guy continues to seduce me, I swear I'll harass him. "Anyway, do you dance like your friends?” he asked, leaning back slightly, though his gaze still held me captive.

“What are you doing here?” He didn’t say a word. Instead, he looked at her, staring her up and down. His expression was a mixture of dejection and anger. “You know, you’re being awfully quiet today,” she eyed him suspiciously. She took a step closer to him to study his face. When he remained quiet, she reached out to touch his arm and said, “Hey, is something wrong?” “I need to ask you something,” he said finally. “What is it?” “Why didn’t you wanna kiss me?”

He asks, bringing me out of my thoughts. Yes, Sergio. I am falling so hard for you, can’t you see? “Huh? Uh, why would you ask that?” I clear my throat uncomfortably. “You are too quiet for my liking, always stealing glances or avoiding eye contact. You never shout at me anymore,” “Would you rather have me shouting at you than me being quiet?” He chuckles. “Honestly, I just want to make sure if you are okay and if I did not do anything to hurt you?”

The muscles in his jaw tighten. Nah, he's not even close. It can't be that easy. "You know," I say, slow and breathless, "I was thinking about you the whole car ride here. Not just about what we'd do, but about how you looked. All serious and quiet. It was... hot." He narrows his eyes. "So you like me when I'm quiet?" "Yeah." "And serious?" "Yeah." He shrugs. "As you wish." I move closer, leaning down so that my lips are just inches from his ear, making my breath kiss his skin in a way that'll make him flinch.

“Did you just text me?” He didn’t react immediately. Then, slowly, he closed the door behind him. “No,” he said. I searched his face for something hesitation, guilt, surprise. I found none. “But you received one,” he continued. “Didn’t you?” My throat tightened. “How would you know that?” He stepped closer, stopping a few feet away. Not invading my space. Just close enough to be felt. “Because,” he said quietly, “he doesn’t like silence.” The room felt smaller.

I was so giddy! I tried my best not to smile too much. He looked at me. "Hey, why are you so quiet?" "Hmmmn?" I kept my mouth shut because I felt like I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from squealing. Why do I feel like this? Am I starting to like him? "I said, why aren’t you talking?" I just shook my head and looked outside. He suddenly laughed. I got annoyed. I looked at him with furrowed brows. "What’s so funny?" I asked, irritated.

The soft breeze made the leaves rustle. I pulled out my phone and opened G****e. 'How can you tell if a guy likes you' I typed into G****e and scrolled through the results. Most of them said the same thing. He puts in effort — texts you first, makes plans. Remembers little things. He treats you differently, makes you feel special, gives real compliments, includes you in his life. I stared at the screen, reading every line like it would suddenly explain everything. Tears burned at the back of my eyes.

“You’re funny.” “Thanks.” Maybe he wasn’t weird, maybe I am just being paranoid. I’ve never really liked strange guys. It takes a while for me to warm up to people in general. Most people think I am quiet until they get to know me. I like to sit back and observe and listen. You can learn a lot from a person by how they fill silence. “Ash!” “Hey Z!” I exclaimed as he wrapped me in a warm embrace. “Is this guy bothering you?” He whispers in my ear.