Does She Like Me Back Novels & Stories

"Well you can't. Wait until his phone's back on, then you can speak to him." "Ohh... Don't tell me you're jealous. Are you?" Did I just walk out of an important meeting to listen to crap? "Or do you still have feelings for him?"The amusement in her voice was something way more than mockery. I hung up before she could say anything else, and blocked her. I wondered why I even had her number in the first place.

“I thought I was being subtle.” I chuckled softly. “You practically melted into the floor when he looked at you earlier. That’s not subtle. That’s neon lights flashing crush alert.” She buried her face in her palms, groaning. “This is so embarrassing.” “Don’t be. It’s human,” I said gently. “But I need to know something—do you think he might like you back?” Her hands dropped slowly, and her eyes met mine, hesitant. “Sometimes… maybe. He smiles more when we talk. He remembers tiny things I say but then he turns professional again and I can’t tell.”

"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."

She asked and I threw my hands in the air and began to walk away. “Hey! You said I could ask one more question. I’m done. You can talk. I won’t say anything unless you ask. I’m sorry I was just excited.” She said running in front of me to stop me from leaving. I blew out a breath as I gave her a look that said don’t say anything. “What does liking someone mean? Like. How do you know if you like someone?” I asked her. “Um. Do you know what it feels like to like someone?” She asked, looking down at me.

I said to her. “Things are just so confusing right now,” she said. “Like what?” “Do you really like me for me or was I just some pity project?” she asked. “How can you ask me that after everything?” I asked. “I just assumed now that my parents are back, things would go back to how they were,” she said softly. “Do you want things to go back to how they were?” I asked her instead. “No, I don’t know, I don’t know what to feel,” she said.

she croaks, “Because if I feel like kissing your neck, other people might, and I am not sure I like that.” Somehow, she reddens even more. “Not that… I was… I was asking why you want to know when I would be back from work.” she clears her throat, eyes jumping from the ceiling to the table. I find it cute. I find everything about her cute. “Oh, I have something I would like to do with you, how early do you think you can get back?” Her eyes, startled, finally find mine. I smile to myself. “Is it…?”

she said. “I am!” “No, you’re not!” she shot back. “Because if you were, you’d admit it!” “Admit what?” I demanded. “That you like him!” The words hung in the air as my chest tightened. “I don’t,” I said. “Say it again.” “I said I don’t like him.” “Then why does it feel like you do?” “Because you keep saying it!” I snapped. “No,” she said. “Because you act like it.”

I explained realizing I just uttered the wrong words. I drove us to our place and she calmly asked, “Do you like me because I once liked you, Sir?” “You don’t like me anymore?” I asked her frowning. “That was not my question.” She mumbled when we reached my place and I stopped before turning to stare at her. “I would have liked you back at that time only if you had explained properly regarding your feelings.” I explained and she stared at me with a shocked look.

He wasn't just going to leave it at that? " So, what is going on? Have you confessed your love to her?" " About that..." He scratched the back of his ear in nervousness. " She doesn't like me back." He muttered sadly. So he had a conversation with her, " That must hurt." I know what rejection does to a man's ego. " Do you like her?" " I think I might be in love with her." He replied. Whew, such a lucky girl. " That's a good step. And you are sure she doesn't like you back?" I questioned. " Not even teeny weeny bit?" I asked further.

"A shame?" She hesitated, then took another step closer, lowering her voice. "That someone like you is tied to just one person. Or... three people, I guess." I closed the book with a sharp snap and turned to face her fully. "What are you getting at?" She looked up at me, something almost challenging in her gaze. "I like you, Dane." Her lips curled slightly, almost teasing. "You’re interesting. Strong. And I know you feel the connection too."