Emmett watched me as I took a step back, blowing some air. My hands were getting sweaty.
Fuck, I shouldn't be feeling this nervous. Is it supposed to feel like this?
"What's wrong?" Emmett frowned, eyeing me.
"One second, please," I said rubbing my hands together.
Come on Jackson. You can do this.
"Okay, I want to tell you something too," I said. He nodded, allowing a small smile. "I hope I'm not taking anything from your day,"
"No," he shook his head quickly, moving to take my hand, giving it a light squeeze. "Go ahead, please,"
It's now or never. f**k, I didn't even prepare a speech. Why didn't I think of that? This is going to be a disaster. It has to be perfect. For my man.
I'll just wing it.
"There's this...phrase that goes like this," I started, standing in front of hi
