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"Please, tell me she’s okay." My frown deepened as I took a step closer, studying his expression. "You love her, don’t you?" It was more of a statement than a question.

“Very.” I smile at him. “Would you like to kiss me?”

I ask "What that you love him??"She smiles with a hint of mischieve in her eyes. "Honey your eyes light up in excitement whenever we talk about him so it's abvious"She says and goes back to what she's doing. Is she right ? I mean I know I'm attracted to Nicoli but the real question should be Do I love him? 'Maybe' Am I falling for him? 'Yes'

"So she's testing me." "She wants to know you," he corrected. "Darius, that is the same thing," I insisted. "Eat your food," he said. "The window is small, but you have tonight." I picked up my fork, only to put it down again. "Is she nice?" I asked. He looked at me, weighing his answer. "You told me she loves you," I said. "Which I know. I'm asking if she's nice." "She's very..." He paused. "Careful," he said finally.

My conscience mocked me, "No! I don't like him! I hate him! and I... I never liked his touch! he... he is ..." I tried to convince myself, trying to think that his touch never felt good, but no matter how hard I tried, I can't do it!. Did I really like him?! did I really feel good all the time he was doing that? No! I don't think so! or did I?

Leave it to her to interpret my words to her liking. We gaze out at the Pack Land, a comfortable silence between us. "Hey, Aura?" I say, breaking the quiet. "Yeah?” "What do you like about me?" I ask, curious. Aura turns to me, her expression thoughtful. "Everything." I nod, not really sure how to feel. "And what do you dislike?" Aura playfully rolls her eyes. "Your stubbornness, your tendency to push people away…” I laugh, feeling a clear connection. "Fair enough."

I faked a smile. “I do. I love you…” But did I really love him?

what if he doesn't like me like I like him? " Did I make you feel uncomfortable?. you don't have to answer if you don't want to " he said and I smiled " It's fine and we have to tell each other the truth anyway " I said still smiling at him " Yes I am in love with someone " I answered " my turn, are you in love with someone too? " I asked him " Yes " his reply was short and simple. It had me thinking of different things, who does he like?. is she pretty?. does she goes to our school?. Do I know her?. a lot of things were in my mind as I stared at him.

Liam complies smoothly. "Do you love my friend?" I ask. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have asked such a personal question. I regret as soon as I do. It's not my place after all, right? But I'm very curious of his intentions. "What did you say?" He frowns, and even seems disturbed, which makes me squint my eyes in confusion. He sounds . . . displeased? I fail to gather with precision. "Maybe the word love is a bit too much. Let's say . . . like. Do you like her?" I devise my question, hopefully he'd catch the bait.

“You like me.” “No, I don’t.” “You like me.” “Stop saying that!” “Love.”