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Before I could regret he already answered me and as expected, it will hurt me. "She's beautiful. She's lovely as she is and she's fun to be with. She's the girl whom you can call a comfort and she understands me the most. She keeps me falling for her. She's amazing and tough person which makes her an ideal type." He said with a smile. He was obviouslyloving her so much. I am no match.

he said again causing me to be deaf. "Keegan, maybe you're just joking, I don't want that kind of joke anymore," I promised nervously so he laughed at my reaction. “Girl, you look like you have diarrhea, I said past tense. I mean I liked it as if it was gone now! ” "Why do you like me?" “I don't know, it's funny because you are the first woman I liked. But I only liked you for a month and then nothing,” he explained to me and laughed.

I said. “Bitch. Let’s be real. You already like him. I can tell,” she said. “Not even,” I said. “Don’t. I know you better than you know yourself. I can just tell by the way you talk when he’s the topic of conversation. You like him. Not like like, but you are interested and that is the hugest thing because it takes you forever to like someone,” she said. “That was high school,” I said defensively. “High school was before you met dick face,” she said. “Let’s be real here. You were already closed up before he entered the picture.”

she smiled, “I even broke up with over eighty percent of my other boyfriends.” “Wow, that's cool.” I didn't bother adding that dating the twenty percent was still cheating. “What's he like?” Her smile grew. “Charming. Cute. Tall with these beautiful eyes of his, and oh I can't forget the way he talks like you'll never get tired of hearing it.” I chuckled at the way she said it. “You must really love him.” “Well, I won't say love, but we're just watching how it goes.” She looked so excited.

“Do you like me? I don’t mean like as in, oh yeah, she’s a nice person, I like her. I mean like as in you like, like me.” He cleared his throat. “Of course, Sabrina. I do like you. If I didn’t, we wouldn’t be this close. Why do you think I don’t like you?” “Well,” I bit the inside of my cheeks. “I just feel like you were quick to get physical with me—” My eyes widened. “—and trust me, I like that. Besides, I’ve always been physical with you... But it just feels different. I feel like you might think I’m easy or something.”

she said replace "Well now do you like Lewis?" "Don't ask those questions" “Well if you don't want to like Allen anymore, it must mean you like somebody else so tell me, do you like Lewis." "With all honesty I'm not going to lie to you but Lewis..... I don't know if I like him or not, it's just that these days I've been thinking about him more I guess he makes me smile and happy. I guess that should be the main reason" "so You do like Lewis"

She said to him. “To who?” He asked her. “To a rich man obviously.” She said to him. “Since when are you interested in my friend?” She said to him. “I know you don’t really like her.” She said to him and he swallowed hard. “And yet you just take her as your friend.” He said. “Even when you know I don’t approve of her.” He added. “She is my only friend and you know it.” She pointed out and he nodded. “But you survived when she left don’t you? I just don’t like her , I don’t like that energy around her.” He said to her and she nodded.

She replied as she crossed her arms and looked outside, at the skyscrapers and bustling sidewalks zooming by. "I guess you don't then!" He sounded pretty pleased with himself as he eased back on the plush leather seat and rolled down his window. "How did you even conclude that?" "You would have said so if you do," Liam smirked and looked through his phone. "Well, I don't like you!" She snapped and crossed her arms. But it was a lie, of course. She liked him so much it hurt. Even when he was an asshole half the time, even when he was a mean jerk, she still liked him. She still wished he could like her back even just a little bit. Never mind that he's married with kids of his own.