Send me “Hoe Don’t Do It” and I’ll generate a number2. Admitting a crush.
It really should have been obvious, he wasn’t subtle about his affection for her. And she probably knew that he liked her quite a bit. But he figured he’d officially put it out there how he felt about her. So she had no other ways to take it other than the way he meant. But that meant an actual admittance of what elementary kids called a crush. Which he hadn’t done in a while even while being openly affectionate with her. Saying it was always harder. He was not very good at words in these situations. In fact he was rather terrible with words in moments like these.
“So Artemis. I, uh, um. I’ve come to really care about you. Like a lot. And I really fucking like you.” He wondered inwardly why was it always admittance of actual feelings like this that made him nervous as hell. “I mean that in the sense that I think I’m going to officially ask you on a date. Not a, lets hang out as friends who have weird tension, type thing. I mean a, ‘Hey are you free this Saturday because lets go out and do something’ actual date type thing because you’re really fucking cute and I think that’d be fun. And goddamn it I like you.”
Nick you are the least suave person sometimes. How were you ever married before?
