Get To Know Me Questions Novels & Stories

“Like where I—” I stopped short. I wouldn’t have answers to any questions regarding my origin and shit like that. “Like what my favorite color is. People try to get to know each other by asking questions on a date.” “Blue,” he said. “Your favorite color is blue.” “Uh, that sounds right,” I said. “But I might change my mind on my favorite color. If you don’t have any more questions, it’s my turn to ask you some. If you lie, I’ll know.”

I asked him. “Yes, it's for the sole purpose of having fun. Let's play twenty questions.” He initiated. "Twenty questions, let's start!” I exclaimed. "I'll go first, what was your first impression of me? I mean before we even got married at all, you must have seen me before.” He asked. I thought hard, "My first impression of you isn't something I remember. You were just like a random person to me, I was going through something tough when I saw you on television that day." I answered.

“Thanks. And yes, I’m married to a wonderful human being, and we’re expecting.” “That’s so great. Also, people have mixed opinions. It doesn’t matter what they say as long as you’re happy.” “I am. And yeah, they don’t have a say in my personal life.” I felt like the next question was going to make me blush. I read the list of questions but didn’t have answers in my head. “How did you two meet? How long have you known each other? These are only two questions that I have picked from thousands of comments on your I*******m post.”

He asked. Okay, I know you want to know much about me; I mean, I am going to be a Luna soon, and that is the procedure, right?” “No, you got me, wrong honey, I know that is what you think but no, I just want to get to know you like on a personal level; this is me asking.” “Okay, what do you want to know? I can answer any question you like.” “Yeah, tell me about your family; I mean, who is Arya Wayne, and a few things about your likes and dislikes, hobbies, and all that.”

As much as I want to indulge in the carnal pleasure that comes so easily between us, I want to get to know Caleb. “Um how about we go for a walk and play twenty questions. So, then we can learn about each other, and enjoy the town.” I speak the words in a rush, afraid that if we continue staring at each other that we will end up in bed. Losing the opportunity to really know more about each other. Caleb looks at me like he does not understand what I am saying. “Twenty questions is a game, we take turns asking whatever question we want, and the person has to answer honestly.”

But now, I'll admit that I'm happy because I'm getting to know him little by little. The sadness on his face did not escape me. I know that this is one of the things that is difficult now because it turned out to be too close to my abuela. I tapped Ali on the shoulder. "Let's play!" Ali was surprised when he looked at me. "Play?" I nodded. "Yes. Get-To-Know-Each-Other game." "Was there any?" "Of course. The mechanics are simple. We'll ask each other questions and then just tell facts about ourselves. Oh, right? It's easy!" I said. "I'll go first." I sat facing him. "Adjust your seat. It must be real facts! Don't lie!

"So what's your inspo for your hair colour? I've been wanting to ask." I closed my eyes and huffed. Damon was targeting questions that I couldn't answer like he knew all of it. "It's personal. I think I'll start by asking questions so you can get what I am talking about. Haven't you sat with a girl and tried to get to know her?" He shrugged. "Not at all." "So you've not dated in the past or had a crush on some girl who liked you back or just randomly met on a date? How about Leah? Did you get to know her?"

"How are we going to do that? Get to know each other better?" She situates herself in the seat, leaning a little closer to me. My eyes immediately go to the dark color of her lipstick or whatever it is. I can't wait to smear my lips across hers, see if I can disturb the harsh outline. "I don't know about you, but when I want to know something, I ask."

“Let me get to know you… really know you.” Derek’s gaze dropped to my mouth again, then back to my eyes, as if he was searching for permission I’d already given. "Then tell me. What is it you'd like to know about me?" he asked. I reached for his chest, my palms trailing slowly over his body. "I want to know what makes your blood boil. I want to know how far I can go before you explode your seed all over me. I want to know what makes your toes curl," I said as I guided his hand to my thighs and up to my ass. "I want to know if I can make you happy."

“ Since we are friends, shouldn't we get to know each other? ” “ Of course. Should we play twenty questions then? ” Mel asked, excitedly. She was like a kid sometimes. “ Yes. Would you mind going first? ” “ Not at all. I really want to know a lot about you. So, uhm…I almost don't know what to ask. ” Mel laughed. “ What is your skincare routine? ” I froze. Of all the questions I had expected her to ask, that was not one of them. One of the nation's most beautiful goddesses, the dream woman of many men, the sexiest woman I had ever seen, was asking me for my skincare routine?