Signs He Has Strong Feelings For You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I can still feel the heat of his gaze as if it had been imprinted on my skin. "Special look?" I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. Sierra nods. "Yes, he looks at you like he has something to prove, like he has something to say, but only to you. And I am saying though, even though I only saw him talk to you for a brief moment today. That's how strong his look was." My cheeks burned at her words. "I think," Sierra said, her voice gentle, "he likes you." I quietly murmur, "You're wrong," but my thoughts are already beginning to wander. When his lips touch mine, I can sense a certain longing radiating from him.

I could still feel the phantom pressure of his neck beneath my thumb and the way his pulse had jumped when I touched him and sucked his cock. I spent on wondering if I was reading the signs right, or I was just seeing what I wanted to see. “But, does it mean he actually has feelings for me?” “What if he was drunk last night?” I could figure out that he wasn’t drunk or drugged. Well, I don't really care about that. I enjoyed how last night went. The memory of the kiss felt like a low hum in my chest. It wasn’t just a physical thing; it was the way he looked at me afterward- like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

"Anyways, how do you feel? You're now marked and mated" "I still feel normal" "Of course you would. But now you can both sense each other's emotions" "I can't sense his emotions" I corrected her. "What?" Her eyes widened. "He didn't let you mark him" "It didn't come up," I said, suddenly feeling conscious. "This was exactly what I spoke about," she said with a frown. "Not allowing you to mark him is a clear indication of his feelings for you. Males will only bare their neck to a female they trust and love"

“Oh yeah? How would you know?” There are a million reasons I’d know. The way he looks at me, the way he cares, the way he holds me and kisses me and his eyes turn so dark when he wants me. The way he breathes so steadily when he’s sleeping next to me. The way he speaks with me, shares things with me, the way he’s so tender when he brushes my hair. “I just know,” I tell her, and there’s that confidence again. I’ve never been confident before. It feels so weird.

He asks out of nowhere and I get confused. Do I always smell nice? I thought he was the only one who possessed that superpower. “Do I?” “Don't you know?” I shake my head. I can still not look at him because his hold around me is still as tight as before. If he dares to squeeze me even a bit more, my bones will break. He's so strong. “I can't begin to tell you how much your smell affects me.” He lets go of me. I look up at his face my eyes drown in his charming brown eyes. A million different emotions are swimming in them and their gentleness makes my heart swell.

"I didn't want to go through the rejection anyway, you knew that." I continued to shake my head as I walked. Desperate to get away. "I know that you wanted it too." He said. I froze in my tracks, spinning round until I was right infront of him as I placed my hand on his chest, ignoring the tingles that were sent down my arm from the contact. "What do you know about what I want?" I hissed, "How on earth would you know?" He didn't drop eye contact as he replied, "Because I can feel your emotions."

And I believe him. I can feel his excitement coursing through him. He's happy. But he's also restraining himself. There are so many emotions pouring off him, I'm not sure which one is the strongest. I take that back.. The strongest feeling radiating off him like the sun is love. Unrestrained, undiluted, pure love.

“I don’t understand how people find them. Do they feel something weird or anything like this?” “Kind of,” he nodded. “First, you feel a strong desire for that person, a special connection,” he said, joining both his fists. “Like ours,” he added with a smirk. “Us?” I choked on my water. “I didn’t feel anything.” “Ouch,” he dramatically put his hand on his heart. “Am I the only one who feels this way?” “We don’t even know each other that well.” I shrugged. He nodded, “Anyways, finish your plate.”

That was fast— too fast. “I’m not”. My voice trembles a bit. I couldn’t trace his movements at all. “H-how do you do that?”. “What?”. He looks genuinely confused. His hand falls from my forehead. “How do you move so fast?…and how are you so strong?”. Thinking about it now, I have a lot of questions for him. “It feels like you always know things about me, do you have some sort of way to tell my emotions? Or smell my pheromones even with my scent patch on?…”.

I explained to him. I can’t lie, he turns me on very badly and makes me lose it everytime. The feelings are strong and I feel like I'm going to explode every time he's around, but I don't need any pressure to know what I really feel for him until I'm hundred percent sure. It's not unusual for a female to feel deeply for an attractive person like him; love is just a more intense version of these sentiments. I don't have to look for one right away.