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he paused for a minute as she turned her attention towards him. "I really, really like you. You are not like other girls. You are strong and independent and I really like that about you. You don't need to answer me right now, I just wanted to let you know how I feel." the way he was not nervous even for a second, she did not like it. She liked her shy wife.

How is a person in her right senses supposed to like someone like that? "Girls!" I chided them, horrified, "What the hell are you two saying?" I queried, a frown etched on my face, but the two minxes seemed to be so convinced that I liked him. I don't like him or do I? Of course not! Sure, he is hot and all, but that was it. I couldn't possibly grow a soft spot for someone like him.

She asked me " I am " I stated. " Don't you like him ? " She asked " I do, he is a nice guy and he reads books too and he is cute and all " I started " But you don't love him " mum finished for me " I don't think I do " I answered. " Then why do you agree to go on dates with him ? " She asked " I don't know, because he asks nicely and I see the way he becomes happy. " I said

, I told her my worries. " Do you like him ?", she asked me, blankly. I sighed and sat up. " I don't know. Can you imagine me dating a boy ?", I asked. " Oh ! First of all he moved on." " So you like him !", she gasped. " No ! I- I don't ! ", I said nervously. " Yeah..I can imagine that.", she then said. " There's nothing weird in that. But....ahm..I prefer you get yourself a girlfriend. You like girls, right ??",

The loaded question. "I don't know, I think she likes me, but I'm not sure if she likes me likes me," I say. "What does it mean for her to like you like you?" he enquires. "It means she has deeper feelings for me, just like I do for her," I reply. "Does she know you like like her? Have you told her?" "I haven't." "Why?" Dang, this guy should be a detective or something, he's such an inquisitor.

he says and I frown, I love to keep my personal space, personal. "I nu like her," I pout. "She's a doll, you'll love her," he says making me feel something deep inside. "You like her?" I ask him kind of angry at him for liking someone other than me. "As my friend's little, nothing more Miss Jealous," he says understanding my tone right away.

"Oh god, you know how much I know you sweetie, you like her... a lot...now tell me if I am wrong" And now I am stop with that thought, the word like is not the issue now, she is wearing the face and the body of the person I am in loved with but she is not her...she is way different, so I am not sure if I like her, maybe, within me I am, but I cannot go far with this, she never mention to me that we can go far either... "I like her as who she is, as friends, she is nice mom but if you are asking about the other things, I dont think she is really what she tries to show me"

Perplexed. Like?, he never liked me; he would never like me either. He liked my body and the way I tasted and the way I moaned; just like he said earlier, that was all I was to him—just sex and nothing more—so maybe he liked some other part of my body that I had no idea about. “What do you like in particular? I can’t say I added weight. Or something, so be specific; what do you like?" “I like you, just you."

Interrupting her own thoughts, looking at me. "Why do you like him?" She asks, and I have to say that question has taken me by surprise. I wasn't expecting it. I was expecting an outburst, a demand for break up, something out of proportion but not this. "He is kind, he is funny, and he makes me happy," I say, and she nods slightly. "What about his money," she asks, and I shake my head. Money never did anything for me.

that was what Ana told me, so I have to find out on my own to be able to tell her what I had thought. "I just ..." he began to scratch his head, "I ... like you," he blurted out. I widened my eyes when I heard those words, I had to formulate something to get out of that situation. -Do you like me? I asked as if I had no idea about that. "Let's see, according to you, why do you like me?" -You are beautiful... "That sounds more like attraction," I tell him. "When a person likes someone, they look at their qualities, not their physique."