When A Guy Notices Small Details About You Novels & Stories

Watching his attention shift entirely to me. My chest tightened. Because that happened every time. Every. Single. Time. No matter how much he protested. No matter how much he argued. The awareness was always there. Electric. Impossible to ignore. In my mind, I stopped directly in front of him. Close enough to see the tiny details nobody else noticed. The faint freckles near his nose. The way his lashes darkened when he was tired. The tiny crease between his brows whenever he was overthinking. My favorite version of Elian wasn’t the confident doctor everyone else saw.

"Besides, it attracts the ladies. Including you." I choked on my water and spat it out instantly, coughing as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "How?" The cockiness of this guy was reaching an-all time high, but I decided to humour him. He inched closer to me and dropped his voice, "I've seen you stare at me more than a couple of times with those outfits. Besides, who else notices such a mundane detail if they're not interested?"

They were detailed, tender, and observant. Whoever this person was, they saw things no one else did. Things only someone who truly paid attention would notice. Things like the way I ball my hands into fists when I’m nervous, how I chew on my nails absentmindedly when no one is watching, specific times at which I did specific things. It was a lot. I don’t even know what to call him. a secret admirer feels like too soft a word. This person knows me. He knows my routine, how often I skip breakfast, the exact corner I stop to adjust my bag strap.