Make Me Like You Novels & Stories

Everything seem to be in its rightful place. Fuck. I continued to scan the room, my eyes moving from everything else and then back at him. A small grin fall across his lips as our eyes meet and adding an extra glow to his already charming self and causing my own heart to melt right out of my fucking chest. "I see that you like my place" he stated and I gave a small nod in reply. "I love your place actually" I said honestly. He chuckled at my reply, "that makes two of us then because I also love your place"

I looked above, only to encounter an open sky and understood that she had something important to finish and that those droplets had ruined her plans. Kids. "It will hate you more. Kiddo." I chuckled. She sulked, and turned to look at me with her cognac-coloured almond-like eyes, she seemed familiar. Making those innocent eyes bigger... and I knew the meaning of that look. She likes, what she is seeing. She is seeing Me. Hormones.

“Hell yes! My little depressive wallflower is finally blooming. Now sit. Makeup time.” I groaned. “Do I have a choice?” “Nope.” I sat cross-legged on her bed while she worked her magic. Lip gloss. Highlighter. Mascara, so lethal it should come with a warning. “Why do I feel like a makeover mannequin?” “Because you are one.” “Do I get my rom-com ending?” “That depends. Are you finally going to flirt with someone? Let yourself feel something?” I want you wild tonight. No filters. No regrets.”

Once he was gone, Summer grumbled unhappily, "A certain someone sure is popular. Who knows? Maybe he won't bear to leave once someone else comes along to convince him to stay. Or maybe it's an old lover that he can't bear to part with." Chuckling, I nudged her cheek. "Why are you being so silly? Since I chose to leave, there's no way I'd ever turn back. Don't you think I'd much rather go abroad with you and take in new sights? Why should I cling to this tiny part of the world? Come now. The car's here. Let's go." "That's more like it!" Summer declared. She laced her fingers between mine, and we went down with blissful smiles on our faces.

I didn’t make it to the toilet in time and vomited just a few steps away on the floor. When I looked up, gasping for air, something in his eyes softened. Asher grabbed a few wet wipes, handed them to me, and asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong with you?” Raya slipped out of his arms, gazing at me with teary eyes. “So… Elyssa still dislikes me.” Her voice cracked as fat tears rolled down her cheeks. “I know I shouldn’t expect you to like me, but did you have to look at me with such disgust?”

Aiden I can't believe what is happening. Don just walked in, said all the right things, and here we are inter-twined in a heated make-out session in his family's library. I can't think of anything right now but the way his lips feel against mine, the way his tongue in my mouth sends shivers down my back. I've never felt such electricity. He makes my body feel the rush of being high on drugs, and I feel the warmth of dancing around at the clubs all night, and I love every single moment. He whispers in my ear and grabs my hand, and directs me out of the library, and we head to his room. Before we go into his room, he asks if this is okay, and I say, I want nothing more. He smiles and opens his

But the thought of making him my slave for two weeks was just too enticing. “Deal.” My words were final.

Can't think of a better way to go. Me: You are a literal freak. I actually can’t believe you just typed that out. Tyler❤️: I am a proud freak, thank you very much. Me: Marcus is turning you into a completely different person. Tyler❤️: Nah. He's just making sure I'm getting good cock. Every. Single. Day. Which is exactly what would happen to you if you finally crawled out of that shell, found yourself a new boyfriend, and let him fuck you senseless until you're screaming.

I'm not sure. "Are you and Zander friends anymore?" "No." "Why?" "Fight," he says while turning up the radio. I'm not sure if I offended him. He sings the Gorilla song on the radio. Freddie Mercury comes on. I sing to all the Queen songs. "You like Queen?" "Yes. Radio Gaga all the way," I say, making a 'rock on' sign with my fist. "Nice!!" He agrees, holding my hand again. I am starting to think this boy likes me or some part of me. And I can't lie to him. Because I think I might like a small part of him too. Not the way I like Zander. I'm in love with Zander.

"I like everything about you, the way your brows furrow slightly when I lean in for a kiss or when you are shy you just press your lips together in a shy smile before covering your entire face with your palms. I like how frantic your heartbeat is and how I can feel it when I lay my head on your chest. I like the little stubble on your jaw and I like the way it tickles my skin. I like how beautiful your skin tone is. I like how sweet your voice is, it's not too raspy or too scary, it's perfect. Sweet, polite and so gentle as you say simple things like 'What's up?' I like how gentle you are in your touches. I like how you never realize how much you talk about the things you like. I like how yo