We spent the whole night cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie like it was the most natural thing in the world. It felt cozy and sweet, the kind of night that makes you think, Okay… this is definitely going somewhere.
So when it was time for him to leave, I walked him out, leaned in, and tried to kiss him goodbye.
And he… dodged it.
Like, fully pulled back, mumbled something awkward, and got in his car. Seconds later he drove off like nothing happened.
I stood there for a second, stunned. Then I went back to my room feeling embarrassed and upset, replaying it in my head like, Did I just misread everything? I was honestly ready to crawl into bed and sulk for the rest of the night.
Then—literally 10 minutes later—my phone buzzes.
He texts: “Can you come outside? I need to talk.”
I walk out, confused… and he blurts out, totally shocked:
“WAIT—were you trying to kiss me? Does that mean you like me?!”
Apparently, after he left, he drove around in a full panic, called his friend, and tried to figure out what had just happened—because he thought I’d been giving him mixed signals about whether I liked him or not. So instead of just asking me like a normal person, he fled the scene, consulted a friend like it was an emergency, and then came back to confirm the obvious.
Honestly? I didn’t know whether to laugh, scream, or kiss him again just to make it clear. 😅
