I was clingy.
One more time, I wrapped my arms around my boyfriend’s neck and pestered him for a goodnight kiss when a stream of floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes.
Can this side character read the room?
Can’t she see the male lead keeps dodging her?
The male lead has an avoidant attachment style. He hates physical intimacy the most, and this side character keeps throwing herself right into his line of fire.
Just so everyone knows, the male lead needs a guiding, measured partner like the female lead.
Don’t worry. The female lead will show up very soon. When that happens, this useless clingy girl is definitely getting dumped hard.
After a moment of silence, I slowly withdrew my hand from around my boyfriend’s neck.
The next second, Adrian suddenly lifted his head. A trace of displeasure stained his dark eyes, and in a low, husky voice he asked, “Why did you stop?”
My heart trembled.
My gaze drifted away for no reason at all, and I did not dare meet Adrian’s eyes. Under his sharp stare, I quietly clenched the bedsheet and answered in a small voice, “I’m sleepy.”
Adrian stared at me for two seconds in silence. He probably did not notice anything unusual in my expression.
A moment later, he turned over and said flatly, “Go to sleep.”
I looked at the man’s cold back, and a strange bitterness swept through my chest. I got up and turned off the light.
When I lay back down, I thought about what the floating comments had said. I pressed myself against the edge of the bed, staying as far away from Adrian as possible. I no longer forced myself to cling to him the way I used to.
Maybe this way, he would dislike me a little less.
In the darkness, listening to his steady breathing behind me, my thoughts drifted further and further away.
Actually, I had always been vaguely aware that Adrian did not really like me.
Since the beginning of our relationship, he had always treated me with a lukewarm attitude. He resisted intimate contact with me, while I was the clingy type who wanted to spend every second glued to him.
He never said it outright, but the slight frown between his brows and the tension in his face always gave him away.
I just had not realized it before.
I had even lied and said I was too scared to live alone, then shamelessly moved into his place. Later, I pushed my luck even further and slept in his bedroom, hugging him every night like an octopus, wrapping all four limbs around him.
Even though Adrian had allowed it, looking back now, his first instinct had always been to refuse.
I was just so desperate to stay close to him that I ignored all those details.
Which meant the floating comments I saw tonight were probably true.
My chest felt heavy. The more I thought about it, the worse I felt. It was not until the second half of the night that I finally fell asleep.