Neilson’s POV:
I grip onto the flowers tightly and tug my collar down. “Okay, today is the day, Neilson. Don’t f**k up. Don’t f**k up. Don’t f*****g f**k up,” I prep talk myself. Inhaling a deep breath, I rang the doorbell.
Chewing on my inner cheeks, I felt suffocated by the suit. I’m standing on her doorstep, in the warm breeze of the f*****g summer morning, without sleep. I was awake the whole night, trying to figure out what to say to her without sounding like a horny, stalking old man. Sweats were leaking out every inch of my body.
Of course, I know why today is the day I’m going to confess to her. Tell her about how I feel, not as an older brother, but as a man. Tell her I’m willing to wait until she graduates high school, and if she agrees, maybe go out on a date toget
