Analyn POV
"Wait! Don't go!" I stopped him before he made it out of the house.
Ambrose turned around and narrowed his eyes. "What?" he asked.
"Why did you come here in the first place?" I asked. My eyes turned wide. "No way! Did you sense my period cramps from all the way home? Damn, that's cray cray!"
Ambrose scoffed. "No, dummy. I didn't come here to cure your cramps."
I yelped as he flicked my forehead.
Jerk.
I frowned as I rubbed my forehead. "Then why?"
"I came here to ask you out on a date," he said. Only because my father is making me do it," he quickly added.
"Oh." I didn't know what else to say about it.
"So, do you want to go out to dinner with me tomorrow?" he asked.
"No," I said without hesitation.
Ambrose stared at me wide-eyed as if he couldn't believe I said no.
