“Actually, I was going to ask you if you’d do something for me.” I hesitate. “Spit it out. It can’t be any worse than what you’ve already asked me to do for you.” My cheeks flush. “I did not ask you for that.” “You didn’t complain about it either.” He chuckles, but it dies off quickly. “Do you regret it?” After a beat, I shake my head. “Me neither.”
