“N-No, you look like a virgin.”
Ouch.
“I was talking about you asking me to…” he moved his lips, trying to find the words. “What?”
In that moment, I wished the ground would just swallow me up. Was he really going to make me repeat it?
“You’re kind, Nate,” I tried explaining myself. “You’re considerate, you make me laugh, and I trust you—a lot. I know you’d take care of me, and I wouldn’t have to worry about feeling awkward afterward.”
He narrowed his eyes slightly. “So, you’ve really thought this through and decided I’m the right candidate?”
I moved my head just enough to say yes, feeling more and more ridiculous the longer this conversation went on.
Nate suddenly burst out laughing, unable to hold it back any longer. “I’m sorry,” he stammered. “I know you told me not to laugh but…
