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

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.

“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?”

"Some people are going to be interested in you because of things that have nothing to do with who you actually are. That's true whether I'm dating someone famous or not, Amanda. It happens to people for all sorts of reasons; money, family, connections. It's not fair, and it's not about you, but it happens." "Then how do I know who actually likes me? For real?" Seline considered the question seriously, remembering her own version of it, standing backstage months ago, wondering if Sweet's interest was really about her or about a story his team needed. "You watch what happens when the interesting part goes quiet," she said finally. "The people who only wanted the excitement get bored eventually

However, as a woman who yearns for words of affirmation, I am certain that he hasn’t mentioned anything that expresses his feelings. “I’m not sure.” I uttered. “Why? Is your woman’s intuition broken or what?” She looked at me dismayed. “Girl, every women know when someone likes them.” “Well then, sorry for not being like any other girls.” I sarcastically added. Nikki squinted her eyes at me. “I doubt that. Knowing you, I’m sure you already have calculated the percentage of him liking you over him fooling around.” “If I say yes, would you two stop asking?” I asked nonchalantly but they responded with a laugh..

“They are so busy with work, they don’t care about us, so tell me.” “Honey.” I felt my heart stop as I whispered. He froze too. Looking into my eyes, unblinking and unwavering, I held his gaze for half a minute; does he like it? Does it sound corny? How do I know if he likes it or not, if he isn’t going to say anything? My eyes fluttered when I noticed his ears turned slightly red, and my eyes narrowed; was he blushing? “I know it’s kind of corny but I tried to—”

She bombarded me with the most negative thing I didn't need to hear and my chest dropped. "But..." She started. My face lit up and she smiled. "He might actually like her and is shielding it with anger. Most men pretend to hate the women they're obsessed with." It was a good take but there was no way Troy Anderson likes me, there has to be a better reason. "There's only one way to find out if a man likes a woman." She leaned closer and brought her mouth to my ear. "Seduction."

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.

He stands in the centre of the hall, not too far from where I was speaking to those two and I squint as him. “You were listening in, weren’t you?” He looks up at me in confusion, “What are you talking about?” When I am sure he is being completely honest, I walk up to him, finding the right words to say. What do you say if you want to find out if someone likes you or not? I should just ask him directly… No, that’s the most stupidest thing I can do today. “The girl that Gwen talked about earlier- er.. what’s her name again?”

"I like her a lot." "She likes you too," I said. I had not meant to say it out loud but it came out before I could make the decision about it. "You can tell when she has decided she likes someone. She asks them questions about what they actually care about." He raised an eyebrow. "That is the test?" "She has absolutely no interest in football. She has never watched a game in her life. If she was asking you about it, she was asking because she wanted to hear you talk about something that mattered to you."