Do I Really Like Him Quiz Novels & Stories

he says. "Okay, let's have a seat." I point to the sofa. He follows me into the living room, and we sit down. I face him. Okay, this is it. This is the moment of truth. I rub my palms against my clothes before throwing out my first question. "Does he really like me as he claims?" I don't have to mention his name. I'm sure he'll get it. "To the best of my knowledge, yes, he does," he answers.

From the reaction of his face, I can guess that he is talking about her. “Yeah, her. Does she like me?” he asks. Oh! Is he interested in her? I am sure he hasn’t adored Melanie much before but I am sure he must be a little interested in her after hearing that she likes him? No! That can’t be. From the expression on his face, I can clearly understand that he doesn’t seem to be much interested though. “Yes. It is truth. She likes you,” I say finally. I could actually hide the fact saying that I was just drunk and I was just telling some fake news just to make fun of her but I don’t want to.

"Uh okay um....you didn't give me an answer yesterday" "About what?".he ask innocently. Really? he's going to play that right now. "If you like me or not?". "I don't know,I mean I don't know anything about you,tell me why I should like you". "Uh...". "Prove that you're not who I think you are". He flick my nose and walk away.

"What, me?" He raised an eyebrow at me, he was really flat. Sometimes modest. Sometimes serious, often playful. "You!" He ordered. "You like Sebastian, huh?" My eyes widened again. It's really straightforward. And what? Did he ask if I like Hunter? I blushed, it's true. I really like Hunter. "A-Me? W-Does that grump like something?" I pretended to point outside my room as if it was Hunter. "N-Nothing, huh!"

His teeth move to my earlobe, pulling at it softly. I tilt my head to the right to avoid the intense tickling sensation. “ what will you do if I like you? Will you like me too? ” He sighs, his hot breath making me lean away from him instinctively. “ You are a smart girl, but when it comes to emotions, you appear so dense. Do you still have to ask if I will like you? Would I be here if I didn’t like you? ” Unconsciously, I place my hands on his arm around my waist and squeeze. I should ask how much he likes me…but I don’t know how much is enough to become used to someone and need them or if liking someone is all it takes to spend a lifetime together.

"Every male think of that with the girl or lady they like." "Well, do you?" I blurt out before I can stop myself. His eyes raise to meet mine interestingly and I bit my lips. "As a matter of fact, yes I do." He gives me a dirty smile. "But I'm so old fashion like your friend, I don't do casual fuck with someone I like." Is he saying he likes me? My face drops as the raw dept of what he says sink into my heart and the shivers that run down my spine is paralyzing and for once I'm glad I'm sitting down.

I replied. “Oh..but is there a boy you like?" He asked and his questions were making me uncomfortable. Should I lie and say ‘No' or should I tell him the truth? “Well...I am not really sure whether I like him or not but he definitely doesn't like me," I said. “Oh, his lost then." He said and I was curious to know why he said that. “And why do you say so?" “Cause you are very pretty. He must be blind not to see that," he said then smiled at me.

"I like her a lot." "She likes you too," I said. I had not meant to say it out loud but it came out before I could make the decision about it. "You can tell when she has decided she likes someone. She asks them questions about what they actually care about." He raised an eyebrow. "That is the test?" "She has absolutely no interest in football. She has never watched a game in her life. If she was asking you about it, she was asking because she wanted to hear you talk about something that mattered to you."

Suddenly, Kyle turned to me with a serious face, which didn't bode well. " You love him, don't you?" He asked . I was taken aback by his question. " No I don't love him" I said tick to tock, without hesitation. " Yes, yes, you love him. If you didn't, you were going to ask who I was talking about, but you didn't, that's pure and simple proof. " He said casually, then resumed "I'm going to ask the question again, ''Do you like him?''

hey, how many times can i say we don't have a relationship? "But you want to?" I was stunned. Why is it even harder to say I like him? Is it because I know that's all there is to it? Is it because I know in myself that I can't like someone like him? I don't know. I just feel like, liking someone as high as him is so illegal. "Silence means yes." he stated. I still haven't spoken. "Hey, is he, does he like you too? Or maybe he's just playing with you?"