She's taken, but she stares into my eyes. Does she like me?

She's taken you say? But she stares deep intro your eyes, presumably with a pion that would be deemed sinful in a 17th century colonial America. She has a boyfriend, she claims to love him and she swears that he is the center. When her lover isn't near, do her fingers slide southwards? Is her mind filled with thoughts of your thick, meaty being slapped on her stomach? If the answer is yes, then she likes you.