I like him a lot, okay? And I think he likes me too. Unless I’m misinterpreting his constant need to hug me or ask kisses from me or when he tells me he’ll be sad when I leave. I get it, okay? And I fucking like him too but not everything I do is with malice.
He likes it when I carry him around so I do it. I pick him up from the bed and walk around carrying him in my arms. Like this morning, he asked me to pick him up again so I did and I got tired eventually so I placed him on the bed and we had a moment so I leaned forward just for a hug but maybe he thought I was gonna kiss him so he pulled back slightly saying we might get seen and I thought so what, Ei? So what if we get seen? We’ve been chummy around his family and he didn’t seem to mind. For fuck’s sake he sits on my lap on the sofa right after dinner. He hugs me from behind while his family is right fucking there but the moment we’re alone together, he’s always afraid of getting seen.
This is actually the second time he was cautious. The first time around was when he walked right up to me and I was kissing him on the forehead when his aunt came out of the room and almost caught us.
If that’s how he reacts, then he must know what he’s doing, right? I can’t be the only one who’s pining hard for him and it’s driving me nuts.
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