She isn’t avoiding you.
She’s avoiding the feeling that rises in her chest whenever your eyes meet.
It’s not rejection—it’s restraint. The kind that only comes from someone who already feels too much but isn’t ready to admit it.
When she looks away, it’s not because she doesn’t notice you. It’s because she notices too much. The warmth in your gaze, the quiet confidence, the way silence becomes heavier between you two. She feels it, and it scares her—because desire has always been easier to imagine than to face.
She’s not playing hard to get. She’s protecting the part of herself that still believes in slow surrender. Some women fall all at once; others unfold like dusk—gradual, hesitant, beautiful in their slowness.
So when she turns her face, remember: her body is saying what her lips won’t. She’s not rejecting your closeness. She’s learning how to breathe through it. And when she finally meets your eyes and doesn’t look away—you’ll know she’s already yours, quietly, completely, and without a single word spoken.