FWB... and feelings

we work together. our "relationship" is on the DL. so we have to pretend that we don't know one another and that shit kills me...

I dunno if we're being petty to one another but I came to work one day with a "hickey" (it was really makeup) because I wanted to see his reaction.

"Were you playing paintball?"

"Was that from Mr.Vacc?" (as in did I do that to myself with a vacuum)

those were the responses I got from him

then the following week, he comes with a hickey on him. omg, I was sooooooooo pissed that I couldn't even look at him. I'd ignore him, avoid walking in his direction, and act like I didn't care.

last night he lingered around me like he wanted to ask something... but people were around. his eyes lit when I told him that he was doing a great job. plus, whenever he had the chance, he would put his hand on me (not in a bad way. but ie given below)

1) (we work in a restraunt) I was getting silverware from the dish pit and it takes a while to orgainze the forks and knives into separate compartments. while I was doing that, he comes from behind me, NOT SAYING A DAMN WORD, puts his hand on my shoulder, I look at him, he stays like for a good second, and he lightly pushes me outta the way to grab a tub. (?!)

2) I was putting my tips for the night in the computer and while I was doing that the POS (point of sale (?) it's the thing we use to put in orders and that shit get sent to the kitchen) froze... so I called the manager on duty that night and... LOW AND BEHOLD, THIS GUY WALKS UP TO THE FRONT WITH THE MANAGER (him and his nosey ass) he stands there while the manager is fixing the POS. he shurgs, walks over to be and PUTS HIS HAND ON MY SHOULDER AGAIN, and tells me that I've broken it.

So I am leaving to go home and he tells me goodnight. (it may sound crazy but the way he said was like he was kinda disappointed that I was leaving)

I dunno if he likes me or not. he definitely knows that I like him. he said that he's been thinking about me alot lately but... UGH! I give up on feels... and relationships.