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

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."

“How will I know if I like you? I-I don’t understand.” Zique drew his hand back, sitting up on the bed. “Never mind, don’t stress it...I’m heading downstairs.” Kiara grabbed his arm before he could leave, pulling him back down beside her. “Tell me, I want to know...please...” Zique sighed, throwing an arm around her waist. “What am I really going to do with you? How could I not tell you when you look at me like that?” He pulled her closer to him, kissing her forehead. “Tell me, does your heart beat fast when I pull you close like this?”

Then he took a seat next to me on the bench. It was Not too close but not too far either. Just near enough that it felt safe but my heart still raced. “Do you always come here when you feel lonely?” he hesitated I blinked. “I guess maybe. I don’t really know. I just- I like the quiet. It’s easy to think here or not think at all.” He nodded slowly. “I get that. I like quiet too but it is never really quiet for me. Not when I see you. I notice things. Like how your fingers always twitch or how you bite your lip when you’re thinking too hard.”

“…and then you don’t know how to stop.” She stayed quiet. Because she understood that sentence too much. Silence. Then— he looked at her. And quietly asked— “…does that make sense?” She looked at him. Long. Then softly answered— “…yeah.” Pause. Then— “…I think people get used to quiet too.” His eyes stayed on hers. Like he understood exactly what she meant. Long silence. Then— he smiled. Small. And quietly said— “…I think that’s why I noticed you.”

“Then why’d you look like you were melting that table earlier while we were talking?” I heard a soft sigh. “I just know when a guy likes someone,” he said, voice even. “And he’s liked you for a long time.” I paused. “Okay. And if he does?” “Nothing. Just saying. In case you didn’t notice.” I walked back to my desk and dropped my things, the tension between us stretched thin — like cling wrap about to tear with one wrong move. “I don’t like him, Cole.” “Good.” And then… nothing.

She tucked her air behind her ear which get messed up due to whistling breeze. She chuckled, “That was at least between 100 meters or so. Do you have superpower abilities to discern that?” Jackson smiled at her. He turned his gaze on the waves on the shore, its various sizes and noises. With a relieved breath, he responded to her. “They say if you like someone you’ll unconsciously get used or be accustomed or observe their movements. The way their eyes smiles along their mouth, when they frowned, the noises they made while they ate. Their favorite song or foods, colors. Some small things could be the way they place their things on the cushion, the way they play their ballpens or even the num

I, of course, didn't want to say the wrong thing that might spike him up. For all I knew, he may be pissed that I went through his stuff, his personal stuff for invading his privacy. I didn’t know how to react or what to say, hence the reason for my solitude. He brought me closer to him, dragging me away from my thoughts and to him. My reality. “You’re so quiet,” he noticed, “ you usually have a thousand questions in your head at disposal but you’re eerily quiet.” In such a short period of time he had studied me, it was heart melting and I wouldn’t lie if I said that didn’t bring a smile to my wolf’s face.

"It's not like that. I just realized that if a guy likes you, then you he would be the one to pursue you. You don't have to make yourself look stupid just to get his attention." He nodded as he began eating again, "I see. You're actually right." "How about you? What do you usually do when you like a woman? Well, for sure you no longer have to put any effort." "That's not true. To be honest, I tend to make myself look stupid when I like someone. I will do everything, just for her to like me back. And when I like someone, I always make sure I'll get her." he said, without blinking.

"What does that mean?" "He did not directly confess to me, but the way he was looking at me while talking about the woman he was in love with has already told me that I was the one he was talking about." "So, he still did not verbally tell you he likes you, but told you through his actions instead?" As an answer, I nodded. Raine remained silent once more, but only for a few seconds. "And? What are you going to do?" "Should I do anything at all? He didn't even ask me to be his girlfriend."