“Are you joking? ” she says, wrinkling up her brow.

“Are you joking? ” she says, wrinkling up her brow.

We don’t know very well what to state, therefore I simply remain quiet.

“Megs, the real deal. You never ever thought we ended up being sort of… I don’t know… drawn to you? Extremely attentive? Interested? ”

I’m beginning to feel just like an idiot. Ended up being here one thing super apparent all this work time that we missed? Continue reading ““Are you joking? ” she says, wrinkling up her brow.”