Emily sighs. “But what would you say exactly? I’m so horrible at this. I can’t even write a five paragraph essay for English and you want me to write a love note?”
I only suggested it, Bryan thinks, I didn’t tell you to actually write it. “I don’t know,” he says. “Maybe I’m not good at this sort of thing, either.”
Emily leans over him again, whispering when she speaks. “What should I say to him?” When Bryan starts to protest, she shakes her head. “Come on, just give me an example, okay? Just look at him and come up with something that sounds halfway decent, and I’ll go from there. Please?”
He frowns at the way she bats her eyelashes and folds her hands beneath her chin. Do straight guys fall for that?
“Pretty please?” she pleads. “For me?”
He sighs. I shouldn’t, he tells himself. I do
