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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."

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"Something has changed in me. I haven't looked at another girl like we always do." "That bad?" I gripped my hair in frustration. "I only see her." "Damn! Thought I was going to be the first." I frowned. "For what?" "You like her." "What! No!" "You like her," he repeated. "I only have feelings," I mumbled. Liking was scary. I can't remember ever liking someone. But a tiny part of me settled with it like it already knew Like I was the one fighting it. "It’s simple," he paused. "You have feelings because you like her."

I was in love with something which would have been mine if life was different. Story of my life. Through the corner of my eyes I looked at the person who would have been mine even though I still love him. My Noah has not changed in the four years we broke up. He was still his chivalry self even I could tell that the girl hanging close to him was trying his patience. I gave it two hours before he say something. Normally someone like her was not his type but since she was his serious relationship less than three months ago then I guess that his tastes has changed.

He asks. "If I like something, I usually pursue it until I get it." "You like her that much?" I look at his blue lenses and for the first time I don't feel sure about my answer. Maybe I should let her go. After all, she doesn't seem to like me. "I think Adonis, you should love someone who loves you instead of going after someone who doesn't like you."

He was hell intimidating and hell intense. He loved to feel, kiss, and touch her. He wasn't lying when he said he liked everything about her. She was just so perfect. He let go of her wrist and put his hand on either side of her head. "What do you like about me?" he asked, looking down at her. The question sounded so silly even to his ear. But he wanted to know. He wanted to know since the moment he was asked this question. Was there anything she liked about him? He had been told by almost every person he had met that he is breathtakingly handsome but he wondered if she also thought like that? Was he handsome in her eyes? Was he desirable? He wanted to know her opinion of him.

He doesn't seem to believe it. "I really like a person like you, you're so cute and "Die, idiot!" He said and stood up. "Hey, why are you angry?" "I thought you liked me because of my personality." He said throwing a glance at me. "Yeah, I like you," I answered. "You're just the same as them, you like me because I'm cute doesn't it? It's all about my looks," he sighed. "No, I mean I like you being like you are," I explained.

" 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.