Signs That He Likes You More Than A Friend 소설 & 이야기

I gulped and avoid my gazes to him. "You like her?" I suddenly asked without looking at him. "Yes," my hands form into a fist as I closed my eyes. " I like her to be my friend." Friend? "Why do you ask? Are you jealous? " "I am not! I'm done with you. I don't love you anymore." I heard him sigh. Why is he always sighing. " I never heard him again so I shut my mouth. I look at him but he was just staring above. "If I didn't ignore your feelings, I wonder what will happen."

"Yeah. Maybe. But it was just normal. But, as soon as I got to know you, I just wanted to be your friend. Because you are the kind of friends I wanted to goof off with." "What do you see in me?" He looks at me firmly. I think it took 5 seconds before he uttered a word. I almost feel uncomfortable with the way he looks at me. "Because you're so natural. Not pretentious. Not flamboyant. Just you. You're not like the other girl who is so obsessed with pulling attention. Also, when someone likes you, you do not care. You don't give a damn, unlike some girls who will make a move to be noticed every day."

Even though I felt insecure about my looks once I asked him whether if he likes me as a friend or he's expecting more than that. I'm being practical, I mean come on the guy who flirted with you at first is now became your best friend and how are you sure that he wanted to be more than friends or something like that. I felt relieved when he denied that. He only sees me as his best friend that's it nothing more nothing less. We both love each other but not in a couple way, it's more like a family love. "What should we do now!" I asked looking at him and gulped down seeing the world famous evil smirk of Ashton. The two things I'm afraid about Ashy is

“I am! Do you have an idea?” She shook her head while laughing, “Silly, it’s because of you.” “Me!” She nodded, “It’s clear. I am your friend, so, he is trying to help me because of you.” “It could be because of Chris.” We were moving now. “No. I am sure it’s because of you. I told you that he really likes you.” He likes me. The thought that it might be real resurrected the butterfly in my stomach. Whenever we were together, he hardly talked about Chris. Was that a sign that he likes me for me.

“Listen, I know I tease you a lot, but don’t you think it’s kind of weird.” “Which part?” “The fact that you are having this crush on a friend. Nothing he does would feel like a friend’s actions, no matter how much you think it does. He invites you out, and you accept because you are dying to see him. Every goodbye hug, maybe a kiss on the cheek, would not feel like you are giving or receiving them from a friend.” “It does.”

I could feel the heat radiating scorchingly hot from his body. I knew I wanted more from him and not just his warm hands on my waist or friendly cheek and forehead kisses, but to take this friendship to the next level. We are talking about a guy who I had a so-called mini crush on and felt things for him, well…still do. It’s safe to say, I wanted more with him and from him.

I heaved a deep sigh. “I'm not rushing, Annika. I saw how shattered you were because of what happened in the past, but I want you to know that I'm serious. I kept on convincing myself that I only care for you as a friend, yet, I was only fooling myself. I like you, Annika. I really like you. . . And I mean, more than a friend,” he uttered. A shiver ran through my spine when he held my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

I anticipated being curious. “Nothing like that! He pushed me away and called me a fool,” he said. “He called me a scoundrel and said that I couldn’t separate the friendship from my troubled feelings that I had inside.” He was laughing now. I laughed along with him. “And you wanted it, right? You weren't just joking, you wanted him, didn't you? You liked him.” That was definitely not a question coming from me. The look on his face when he said those things had something romantic and passionate about it, so it was obvious that he felt something more than friendship for his friend.

I expected him to say something in a hash, and as he always doesn’t forcefully seduce me, he didn’t. “Isn’t that nice? You just met a guy, and he sweeps you off your feet; he makes you smile in school; he takes you out at night; and you come back with his scent all over you; you come back looking like you just met your savior." “It’s not like that; he’s just a close friend,” I argued. He smirked at my reply, "Friend, does he fuck you as well as I do? Does he turn you on, tease you into submission, or know your body the way I do?”

"Uhn." "Good. One, if you stare at him unconsciously a lot, if you like being with him, if you think more about him and if you keep on thinking about your kiss with him, that means you don't like him. Two, if you don't stare at him or you're always pissed off when you're with him, or you don't think about him and the memory of your kiss doesn't cross your mind at all, then it means you like him. So which is the case with you?" Josie thought about it. "I think it's the first."