Novel & Cerita Does She Like Me Back

"Do you like me?" "..." I couldn't find the guts to answer now! Do I like her!? Her clingy hands snake around my nape, smirking and biting her lips. "Shall we go back to our room~?" And she winks. I look at the moon and sigh. I'm amazed at the swift swing of her mood! "Would you like to have a steamy night with me~? But you can't with your trauma!" She pouts. "... If it's you then maybe... we can make it work."

Shit. "I know you still love me, and I still love you. You were mine and still mine", she pulled my nape and crushed her lips to mine. I failed to respond to her kiss. I was so confused, and angry at the same time. Do I still love her? I still care for her, but does it mean I still love her? I felt her lips moved against mine and she continued kissing me despite the fact that I couldn’t return the gesture. She pulled away, then buried her face on the crook of my neck and sobbed. "Please, I want you back"

Or maybe she was following me? "Are you stalking me?" I raised an eyebrow at her question. "Huh? Who are you for me to stalk you?" I was left dumbfounded by her question. Who am I, indeed? I'm just a woman running away from my life. "But last time, you said you like me." I said softly. I knew she heard it because of her laughter. "Yes, I like you. But it's just a like. Nothing more." I felt a bit disappointed with what she said, but I didn't show it. I continued eating my ice cream as if she wasn't there.

I said closing my eyes, and when I didn't hear anything I opened my eyes, I can not read her expression, she just stared at me. "He likes you?" she asked, how do I answer that, I mean we kissed but I can't judge from that yet. "Good for you," she said to be surprise "What use is he to me, I am no longer in your world, he loathes me," she said "But he has no idea I am not you," I said "Trust me, even with our similarities, there is a difference, he doesn't like me, he can't stand me and if he kissed you, it's you he likes, not the face I promise you, I have tried all my best and nothing worked," she said

she retorted, still very insistent on getting me to answer her very ridiculous question. I couldn't understand why she would think that I would want you to talk about my feelings with her, and I also didn't understand what she meant by asking me how I really felt about her. Was I supposed to tell her that I liked her? Is that what she wanted to hear from me? If that was the case, then she would certainly not be hearing such from me, ever.

I wanna ask if she likes you. While I’m waiting for the reader’s reply, I read my readers’ private message also. I just feel like I’m in the mood to talk to them privately and somehow help them feel better. After a few minutes, the reader replied to my message. : I don’t know… I’m not sure but I can feel that she likes me too. She’s always avoiding my gaze, others says if someone can’t look directly at your eyes, that person maybe likes you. I don’t wanna assume but I can feel that she likes me.

She looks at the picture steadily while her hands are shaking, which makes her companion bother her. "Do you know him now, madam?" She blinks at the man then looks back to the picture, saying, "Y—yes. I really know him so well."

She said with a smile. "Does that mean that you like me now?" Her gaze narrowed. "Now you're reaching." "You can't blame me." I shrugged. "I know that you're gonna like me soon anyway." "And if I don't?" She placed one hand on her waist, glaring, but I could see the amusement in her eyes. "Your heart will not give you the choice." Her eyes widened. "You're definitely reaching." "Do you like to dance?" I asked instead, and she shook her head.

“Can I ask you something though?” “Yeah sure, what is it?” “Why do you like me?” I stopped kissing her and furrowed my eyebrows, trying to understand what she meant. “What do you mean by that?” “I mean, am I really a likeable person? I am old and I do not look as classy as those girls on the internet. My boobs are saggy, my legs and arms are filled with cellulite and my face is held up straight with botox and intense spa blow out.” I smiled and laid beside her, using my hand to move her back and planting heavy forehead kisses on her head.

‘What if he doesn’t even like you? She sighed deeply as she went to the refrigerator, brought out a bottle of juice, and she went back to the snacks she was about to make. She halted what she was doing “If he doesn’t love me, or like me, he wouldn’t kiss me or ask me for kisses!” She exclaimed, her lips stretched into a big smile “Maybe he is shy to tell me that.” Knock. She tilted her head sideways, she frowned… was her roomies back? But they said they wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.