Novel & Cerita How Do You Know If Your Crush Likes You

How does that sound? ''Let me start?'' He raises an eyebrow, somehow excited to start playing this little game I managed to create in a short amount of time. I nod my head, waiting for him to start. Both of his eyes start to pierce into mine as he clears his own throat, ''Do you like someone, now? Anyone . . . you maybe have a little . . . crush?'' He asks, smiling. ''Well . . . maybe. I'm not sure if I like him but I'm starting to feel a little, something, something when he's around.'' I reply, with full honesty but slightly hinting it; he didn't ask me who and he's never going to get it.

However, the confusion infected poor Midnight, going from Ryder to him, spreading evenly between them. "Didn't you say you had a crush on him?" What is going on? Do you or do you not like that guy? May I hope or dig a hole and bury myself there? "Aha." Ryder smiled realizing where Midnight misunderstood her. "Having a crush doesn't mean I like him. I have to know him and have feelings for him to be called 'liking'. Having a crush only means that I'm interested in him. That interest can lead to me liking him, being only friends with him or it can also lead to nothing. It depends on what kind of person he is."

I said jokingly. "Really? You can't force someone to like you," she replied with an unbothered look plastered on her face. Wow, is this really Niana? Someone might've possessed her. "Then point him a gun. Don't tell me he still wouldn't like you back if that happens." "I'm not a psycho like you." "Ah, never mind. Just adore that guy from afar if that's what you want. Why don't you at least confess? You know, research shows that most of the people who confess their feelings to their crush has more chances of their crushes liking them back?"

Throat clicks. Heat blooms low in my belly, fast and traitorous. My nipples tighten against my thin tank top. I cross my arms, trying to hide it. “I… I was just getting water,” I stammer. “I should go back to—” He moves before I finish. One step. His hand catches my wrist—gentle but firm—pulls me back as I try to slip past. Our bodies collide. Chest to chest. Heat to heat. I don’t think. I just kiss him.

I was totally speechless! I quickly turned around and looked at him, but instantly regretted it. He seized my lips again! I had so many questions, but all I could manage was a soft, “Hmmm…” I tried to push him away, but my hands stopped mid-air, effortlessly wrapping around his neck. “Do you even know how much I’ve been waiting for this?” he whispered. Ah... so it’s possible for your crush to like you back? I closed my eyes, giving in to the kiss, letting him lead. Then it hit me, I hadn't taught him anything today!

"Do you still have a crush on me?" "I don’t know." She leaned back against the counter, him standing right in front, his finger now tracing her arm from shoulder to elbow. "Come on," he coaxed, eyes locked on hers, dark with lust. "It was a long time ago. I like you a lot. I always did." "So do you still have a crush on me?" "It was a long time ago. It was just like a little crush, like a schoolgirl crush. But it's no big deal. I’m way too young for you."

"Exactly. If he gave you flowers, he must be attracted to you. What are you waiting for? Confess to him and make him yours!" "If you both have crushes on each other, then you don't need a strategy. Maybe he'll become your boyfriend if you just tell him that you like him." "I think it's best to be wary. Maybe it's some kind of trap. I can tell from what you've said that you must come from a wealthy family. Flowers that cost 180 dollars each might not mean much to you. He might be playing a long game." "Must you turn everything into a conspiracy? Can't he just genuinely admire her?"

I blurted out. Silence. I could practically hear the confusion in her pause. “Ma’am?” she said slowly. I sighed. “I asked… how do you know if you like someone?” She was quiet for a second, but when she spoke again, her voice was calm—almost like she was smiling. “Well…” she said, “liking someone is a beautiful thing.” I raised a brow. “Is it?” She chuckled. “Yes, ma’am, it is. It’s when your heart beats a little faster when they’re around. When their presence makes your day better. When you find yourself smiling at their texts and missing them when they’re not there.”

“What do you mean again? Aren't we supposed to see each other more from now on? I mean if you are interested in me.” “What about you? Are you interested in me?” “Of course, Mason. Isn't it obvious enough?” I hid my face away to blush where no one would notice. What is this feeling? When your crush likes you back? When the man of your wet dream says he is interested in you. “We should get to know each other, Mason.”

Oh, this is gonna be fun, Alena thought. “You guys already like someone?” She excitedly asked. Oh, wait. They’re teenagers now. Of course, they would have liked someone by now. “Well, there’s a girl in my class who kept saying she likes me. I don’t like her, though. She’s too chatty. There’s a girl in the other class and I like her. But I only like her a little. Does that count as a crush?” “Well, I…” She’s suddenly not sure what to say. She looked at Christan again. What do you say to that? She urged him with her eyes. Alena noticed the little shrug he made. Really? You’re letting me comment on this?