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he answered without a hint of hesitation. Phyllis was not surprised by his answer. She kind of knew that he liked her. Well, she's not that numb to not feel his unusual affection and sweetness after getting married so suddenly. Besides, she wanted to clear everything up. Liking someone doesn't mean you like them romantically. “Do you LIKE like me or do you just like me?” “I LIKE like you, Lis.” She bit her lips upon hearing his response. “Is it romantic kind of like?” “Yes, I came to like you romantically, Lis,” he sincerely answered.

I bit my lip. "I like you, Grace." He said in monotone. I didn't quite know what to say when he looked directly into my eyes and continued. "I really like you. I have for a long time now and I know you only see me as a friend but for me, it's so much more than that. I get so happy whenever I'm with you, I like how we're both interested in writing, I like how feisty you are, I admire a lot of things about you, I really do." I bit on my bottom lip to hold back my grin.

"Jo, don't complicate things. It's obvious you don't like me the way you like him." "Yes, I don't!" His jaw clenches, his eyes hardening. "I also didn't like him the way I like you," I continue. "What I had with him is not what I have with you. How can I like two people the same?" "Oh," he mumbles, shifting on his feet. "I..." He sighs. "You're really over what happened between you two?" "Yes." His eyes search my face as if he doesn't trust me. I cross the space between us and wrap my hands around his body, hugging him close. "I really like you."

I had only ever been gentle with the person I loved. It finally dawned on him that he didn't love the fragile, melodramatic Yasmin. He preferred strong, intelligent women—those who, even in the face of adversity, refused to give up and always found a way to save themselves. He liked me. Zayne glanced at Yasmin again, putting all the blame for losing me on her. He snarled and said, "Drop the act. You're terrible at it." The tears Yasmin was about to shed froze in her eyes, and she lowered her head to hide her embarrassment at being exposed.

His absence crashes into me hard, and I writhe, needing something, anything. “I … I don’t like him more than I like you. It’s equal.” “Prove it.” He dares.

She rolled her eyes at me. "Oh please. That teacher likes you too" she said. I sighed. "Anyway, who is it?" she asked. I breathed deeply. "A guy I like. Like really REALLY like" I exclaimed. She looked at me for a moment. "Okay" she said. I looked at her a little surprised. "Really?" I asked just in case. She nodded. "I mean if you really like him then he must be a really good person. I for one know how high your standards are so this guy must really be something" she explained. I smiled.

I do not even know that he’s experiencing this kind of problem. “D-Did you met her?” I asked. He looked away and nodded. “Does she like you?” I asked, hoping that she did. Fin is a very good person. He’s not perfect but I can assure you, he loves endlessly. “I didn’t know if she likes me or not. I just know that she’s kind and beautiful,” he said. What does he mean by that?

Just real, for once, instead of the script we both usually follow. "Of course I do," I say, and it's not even a lie, not exactly. Because I do like her. I like her the way you like a friend, the way you like someone who's been kind to you your whole life. It's just not the kind of liking she means, and we both know it, and neither of us has ever said it out loud. "Okay," she says again, softer this time, and there's something sad in it that makes my chest ache with guilt I can't fully name. "Goodnight, Liam."

I do everything I can not to spit out the bite of mac and cheese I just took, choking as I manage to get it down. "Too crass?" His eyes are sparkling. "No." I take a long drink, trying to catch my breath. "Just can't say I expected it in those terms." "He loves her, don't get me wrong. They love each other like one of those fucking Nicholas Sparks books that everyone reads, but he's totally whipped." I give him a grin. "So you wouldn't be?" "I mean," – he makes a face – "depends on how good it is with the woman I choose."

" Just like that... But why don't you tell me? " " Just like that... " " Maurvi??? " " Please don't ask me about him, I will not be able to tell you. " " Ok, whom do you like more, me or him ? " " That's not fair... " " I need to know. " " Why?? " " Because I like you and you are my girlfriend. I need to know. " " Ok... I like you more. " She smiled shyly. I was so happy that I hugged her tightly.