How Much I Like Him Her Novels & Stories

"But people won't be able to understand you then." "I don't want to be understood." She thought about it for a minute. "Then why're you telling me this?" "Because I like like like you." Her eyes widened. "Oh... Three likes?" She whispered. He bit his cheek wall to stop himself from laughing, and nodded, "Three solid likes" he whispered back. Her skin prickled and she shuddered. She really liked hearing him say it. "You do?" He looked into her intense and beautiful grey-blue eyes and nodded. "I do."

I look over to see Liam smirking at me. "Li.." I say slightly annoyed. "Why don't you just admit that you fancy her? What's so wrong in that?" "Because I don't. I mean she's gorgeous and a great person but I don't like her like that." Liam is still smirking at me, "Whatever you say mate."

He stroked my hair and hummed in agreement. "Can I ask you something?" I asked. "Sure, what is it?" He inquired. "Why do you like me so much? You've never liked anyone like this before." I stated. I could feel him stiffen next to me. "Well, you're special Alessia. I just... I don't know how to explain it. I just love being with you. Even though we argue sometimes I still love spending time with you and spending time with you makes me happy. You make me happy" He replied.

I date so many girls who have the body and face of a model, but I will fall for this girl. I look at her from head to toe several times. As I looked at him, I asked myself what I really liked about her. Isn’t her personality? What does she look like? No. While asking myself right now what I really liked about her, it was her. Her herself. I love her because I love her. That’s it. That’s my reason. I don’t care about her looks, personality—I just fucking love this woman in front of me.

"Why were you like that with her?" "I think it's pretty obvious that I dislike her a lot. She gives me weird vibes" "She's really nice if you know her. See what she gave me" I held out my hand so he could see it properly. "It's beautiful. I hope some kind of misunderstanding doesn't come out of this"

“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.

Leaning back so I could look at her properly. “You don’t even like him. You just like how he ignores you.”

“When do we meet her?” “You already met her. When she delivered the letter.” “I mean properly. As your girlfriend.” “She’s not my girlfriend. We’ve had coffee. That’s it.” “You’re nervous. You ran your hand through your hair four times. You only do that when you’re nervous.” Lucian’s enjoying this too much. “You actually like her. Like like her.” “I’m thirty-two years old. We don’t say ‘like like’ anymore.” “Answer the question.” Julian’s quiet. Then, “Yes. I like her. A lot. More than I’ve liked anyone in years. Maybe ever.”

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.”

I say hesitantly "It means that I L You. I've already told you that I like-like you and that I can see myself with you until we are ninety. I'm falling for you Vi, I'm not fully there yet. But it's happening. So, I L you. As the feelings grow, so will the word. It's more than like but not quite love yet." He was talking fast like he was building the courage to say it all. "I know it sounds dumb, but it's how I feel. Ant has been making fun of me constantly."