Do I Really Like Him Quiz Novels & Stories

' His love. Was I really his love? Was he really in love with me?

"Do you love me?" ***

So, I ask him this without any hesitation to ruin his golden mood. "Zayn, just a second." I make him pause. The whine that leaves me when he stops is unholy and unspoken for, "Do you fucking like me?" . . . . . . His d!ck still inside me and I dare to ask this question. I shift uncomfortably since there was no friction to satisfy me, but my mind has to know his thoughts about me. "Will you be upset if I say yes?" He asks me back. "Of course not." A white lie.

“I like you.” “I don’t.” “That’s why I like you.” “Ha?” “You’re the only one who doesn’t like me.” “Everyone likes you? But you’re a meanie.” I accuse him. He must be lying. “Yes. I want to make you 0like me too.” “How?”

she said replace "Well now do you like Lewis?" "Don't ask those questions" “Well if you don't want to like Allen anymore, it must mean you like somebody else so tell me, do you like Lewis." "With all honesty I'm not going to lie to you but Lewis..... I don't know if I like him or not, it's just that these days I've been thinking about him more I guess he makes me smile and happy. I guess that should be the main reason" "so You do like Lewis"

' Jasmine's question was stuck in her brain. 'Do I like him?' she questioned herself. 'If I like him, then in what sense do I actually like him?... Just as a friend or something more?' She herself was in dilemma. She knew somewhere in her heart, what she felt around him was so pure and satisfying. She loved his company and she loved being around him, that wasn't the case before. She loathed him but just with the time passing by, she didn't realize when it all changed, when the disgust in her heart faded? But did she LIKE HIM more than just a friend was the real query.

I crossed my legs, leaned against the headboard and asked “Do you think he really likes me?*

His voice, however, was unexpectedly calm, even carrying a hint of something unreadable, like genuine inquiry: "Do you… really like him that much?"

"Uhn." "Good. One, if you stare at him unconsciously a lot, if you like being with him, if you think more about him and if you keep on thinking about your kiss with him, that means you don't like him. Two, if you don't stare at him or you're always pissed off when you're with him, or you don't think about him and the memory of your kiss doesn't cross your mind at all, then it means you like him. So which is the case with you?" Josie thought about it. "I think it's the first."

He said. I took out a bandage and stuck it on his bruise. "Done," I said and wrapped up everything. I looked up at him and found him already looking at me. "Ahaa...w-what is it?" I asked, nervously. "Do you like someone?" He asked. What? Do I like someone? Why did he ask this all of a sudden? I mean...I don't like anyone. (Can you be honest, AURORAAA?)