Signs He Has Strong Feelings For You Novels & Stories

“I know I don't have to say it, but please be careful. He will try to get what he can out of you. He might open the link between you without you knowing, listening to what you are saying.” “I know. Can he feel my feelings like you can?” I slip my hands under his shirt, tracing the lines of his tattoos. I couldn't see them, but I knew exactly where they were. I wanted him. I wanted all of him. “Most likely.” I lock eyes with him, “Then let me show him that you are the only one that gives me pure pleasure. Fuck me!”

“What is it?” He reaches out and takes my hand in his. “I know we’ve been friends only for a short time, but Kaiya, I can’t help the way I feel about you. You are beautiful, smart, brave, and, more importantly, you constantly make me guess. You are perfect for someone like me, Kaiya.” My heart pounds in my chest as he leans in even closer. I can feel his breath on my neck, his lips hovering just inches away from mine. “I know you’ve been holding back,” he continues. “But you can’t deny the chemistry between us. For me, it’s too strong to ignore.”

Why can't it understand? Many times, though, I feel like I'm lying to myself. As if this feeling is already present inside of me, but pushed into a corner. As if I am denying the truth. My heart beats like a drum every time he approaches, my senses awaken and heighten in his presence. The attraction is so strong between us... even I struggle. I can hardly imagine how he feels since he met me. Maybe he's angry because I'm suppressing my emotions; especially the one he desires the most.

“He might listen to you. As much as I hate to admit it, I see the way he looks at you and maybe…just maybe he feels something too. Deep enough to hear you.” Then, shockingly, she took my hand and held it tightly.

My head rests on his bare chest, and I can’t help but smile to myself, feeling like a schoolgirl chatting with her crush for the very first time. He reminds me every day of how he feels about me; while it's not quite the capital 'L' word, it still stirs a strange warmth within me. It's the first time a man has expressed his feelings so openly, and the best part is that I can sense the truth behind his words without him needing to vocalize them. Each glance, each subtle gesture, reinforces the bond we share, making everything feel deeper and more authentic.

"Why do you want me to go see her so bad?" "Because. I want you go see how she's strong she is. And how beautiful she is. She's breath taking. She makes my heart skip a beat every time I think of her. She makes my heart pump faster when I see her, and makes me get knots in my stomach when she touches me. Her eyes are so beautiful, I can't look away from them. So, I want you to go look at her because I want you to see it's you that makes those things happen to me." He smiled. My heart jumped and I couldn't help but stare at him. I didn't have any emotion on my face as he smiled at me. And thats when I threw myself on him, slamming my lips on him.

It felt oddly uncomfortable, the idea of asking her outright about her feelings, of laying my heart bare before her when she was still wearing another man's name. But what if I showed her instead of telling her? I knew she was attracted to me. I could see it in the way her pupils dilated when she looked at me, in the way her breath caught when I touched her, in the way her body responded to mine even when her mind was still trying to resist. But she was a strong-willed woman and that could not be enough.

I feel like he's feeling the same way. "W-What are you implying?" I asked him. "Don't you feel the sexual tension between us, Crescent? It's too strong... it's pulling us together," he muttered and gently touched my jaw with his index finger. My hair almost stood on end when he did that, and I felt something weird, like an electric current flowing through my body. "Friends don't feel something like that towards each other..." I mumbled.

The thin cotton of my shorts clung, outlining everything. “I didn’t—” I started. “Don’t lie to me.” His fingers flexed, pressing just enough to make me feel the strength in them. “I’ve seen the way you watch me when Sophie’s not looking. The way your thighs press together when I walk past in a towel after the shower. You think I don’t notice?” I swallowed hard. My nipples were aching points against the tank top. I knew he could feel them if he pressed closer. Part of me wanted him to.

He reaches for my hand but stops and looks at me for confirmation and I nod. His hand touched mine and sparks flew all the way to my arm then my heart started beating fast. “Do you feel that? That is a sign that we belong together, am yours to do with as you please, just give me a chance, please.” He pleads drawing circles on the back of my hand with his thumb and his eyes fixed on me.