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

she inquired as she tucked them into a pocket. "I've been informed that I'm rather quiet ---- too quiet. I just thought..." The words began to fail her as a sense of nervousness quickly crept in. Tanner stepped up, gently lifting the shorter woman's chin, and said, "Quiet or not, I also pay attention to how your body talks to me." She tenderly kissed the supple lips, and then said, "I look forward to every sigh, breath, mew, and whatever else you wish to offer."

“Everything was surface-level. Shallow. I prefer depth.” His words lingered. “Is that what this is?” she asked, half-teasing, half-testing. “Depth?” He leaned forward, voice low. “That depends on how honest you're willing to be.” The air between them tightened. She laughed it off, but it caught in her throat. “I’m not very mysterious,” she said. “Pretty boring, honestly.” “I don’t believe that,” he said. “Girls like you—quiet, observant, soft-spoken—you see everything. People mistake silence for simplicity. But I know better.”

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.

He said proudly and I could tell he was smirking right now. "What makes you say that I want to be your girlfriend?" I said, teasing him some more. "Then why are you blushing?" He said, chuckling. What? How did he know? I quickly checked my window if he was on the outside but no, he wasn't. "How did I know? Hmmm...Well, it's so obvious from your silence even from another planet the aliens would know. And two, I know you, you always blush even hearing my voice." He said after minutes of silence. My jaw dropped, at how accurate his words were. Is he a mind reader or something? A psychic? I chuckled.

Another small silence stretches between us. Then she sighs. “Fine. Say it.” So I do. “I like you.” The words land in the quiet space between us. Not dramatic. Not exaggerated. Just simple truth. “I’ve liked you for a while,” I continued. “Probably longer than either of us planned. Probably even from the first time we met I knew I was attracted to you.” She doesn’t answer right away. For a second I wonder if the connection dropped. Then she exhales softly. “That’s inconvenient.”

I said putting my hand on my waist awaiting his response. "There is nothing going on between us, at least not at the moment" he responded, whispering the last part. "But you like her and from the look of things she seems to like you too" I stated, watching the way his eyes lit up. "You think so?" He asked with hope. "I think I know when a woman is interested in a guy and when she is not," I answered. "I don't think you know this time, because she keeps rejecting and fighting every advance I try to make, every time I get a chance she literally runs away" he complained.

"What kinds of things?" "Reassurance, mostly." She said it lightly, pleasantly, the tone of someone sharing practical information. "He's not built for it. He never has been. Verbal reassurance, emotional confirmation, those moments where a partner tells you directly what you mean to them." She smiled. "He prefers women who don't require it. That's not a criticism of him, it's simply how he's wired. And it works, for the right person." She held my gaze. "The wrong person spends a lot of time reading into silences. Looking for signals. Trying to decode what's being withheld." She exhaled. "That gets exhausting very quickly." The sentence landed with the precision of something thrown by a perso

Because Jizan is always a bit of a serious type and doesn't move too much, but maybe, he is caring when it comes to the woman he loves. "How can you tell when you like the person?" I asked him. He raised his eyebrows because of what I said. "Why? Do you have someone you're not sure if you like?" He asked. I was shaken by him. "Well, just curious," I said. "Oh well, first you want to see him all the time. Second, you always miss him. Third, you don't want him talking to other women. Fourth, you want him to be yours. Lastly, if you're nervous whenever he's around." Oh? So that's how it is?

“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. Seriously, what is wrong with this guy?