Do I Really Like Him Quiz Novels & Stories

he replied. “So… you like me then?” I played it half-jokingly even though I was dead serious, hoping it was true. “Yes,” he answered, then lifted his head to look at me, probably because I stopped stroking his hair. Surprised at the fact that he admitted it, I stared at him, unable to look away. I couldn’t have heard him right and if I did, there’s a chance he didn’t mean it that way. After all I asked him if he hates me, not hating someone means you like them, the same way you like everyone else.

that was what Ana told me, so I have to find out on my own to be able to tell her what I had thought. "I just ..." he began to scratch his head, "I ... like you," he blurted out. I widened my eyes when I heard those words, I had to formulate something to get out of that situation. -Do you like me? I asked as if I had no idea about that. "Let's see, according to you, why do you like me?" -You are beautiful... "That sounds more like attraction," I tell him. "When a person likes someone, they look at their qualities, not their physique."

“Do… you like someone?” “If it is just liking people, I can say that I like everyone”, Keisha replied practically and a bit reluctant to be straightforward as of the moment. “What I mean is, is there a specific person you admire the most? That person you often get comfortable with and you’re afraid of losing them?” Zhackary added, “… or that person makes you execute such terrible decisions because you can’t think straight, and it mostly affects your ability to discern whether what you feel is real or not.”

“What kind of question is that?” “A serious one.” His smirk returned, but there was something in his eyes now. Amusement. A challenge. “Isn’t this a tricky conversation, considering you were interested in her first?” I waved a hand. “That’s irrelevant.” His grin widened. “Is it?” “Justin.” He sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. “Why are you asking?” “I need the truth.” He studied me for a long moment before exhaling. “I don’t know how to classify it,” he admitted. “Saying I like her feels shallow. Saying I love her feels like too much.”

" What's yours? " "Are we supposed to repeat the same question ?" he lifted an eyebrow. "Not really, I just wanna know " " Black " he answers. "Obviously " I roll my eyes. "Do you like me? I mean you used to hate me, I wonder if you still do ? " he asked me "I don't only like you, I love you, " I thought. "I do like you, unless you do something that will make me hate you. I never hate anyone " I answer instead.

“He seems as kind as you and has good taste, not bad to look at, but he’s not taken an interest in me as far as I can tell, so I guess I like him, but my opinion could easily change if I knew him better, and I don’t know for sure which way it would go.” I shrugged. Still Keaton didn’t speak. “I like most people unless they’re complete asshats, but... I don’t think I’d want to do this with someone I didn’t really like.” I motioned to the booth to try and add to my words, feeling more than a little awkward and put on the spot. “So you like me?” “Of course,” I replied realizing where Keaton was going with this. He wanted to know I cared about him. Not surprising given he was leaving. I could ha

That's not a good sign. I do love him. I have feelings for him. I know I do. But do I like him? Am I able to offer him what he needs in a partner? No.

She rolled her eyes at me. "Oh please. That teacher likes you too" she said. I sighed. "Anyway, who is it?" she asked. I breathed deeply. "A guy I like. Like really REALLY like" I exclaimed. She looked at me for a moment. "Okay" she said. I looked at her a little surprised. "Really?" I asked just in case. She nodded. "I mean if you really like him then he must be a really good person. I for one know how high your standards are so this guy must really be something" she explained. I smiled.

He sighed, “Tell me the truth, Beauty” Since his tone was so serious I decided to reply seriously and truthfully as well, “Well.. you're handsome, you have a car that means you're probably rich and you're nice and really kind to me as well, also it's not hard to like you. You're really likable, I don't know why I didn't fall in love with you yet. It could be because I'm new to this world, I don't know how liking someone feels like.” “Liking someone is easy. Everything they do interests you and you can't imagine your life without them”

"If only she liked the real you." That got him quiet. Too quiet. His eyes narrowed, face unreadable. "You like me?" he asked. I blinked. "You dumb motherfucker. I don't hate you, but I don't like you either. You're just a dangerous fake to me." "You're aggravating." "I'm just not on your side. There's a difference, believe it or not," I snapped, though my voice shook a little. Inside, my stomach was doing backflips. Fear had me in a chokehold.