Just ask her out, dumbass. What’s the worst thing she could say? This feeling is foreign to me…this nervousness. I only get nervous before a game. I don’t get nervous around women. I continue to hold her in my arms, and I will my words to shoot out of me and construct themselves into a sentence. “I wanted to ask you out. Properly. On a date,” I mumble against the crown of her head. Aeris pulls back slightly, moistening her bottom lip. God, what I wouldn’t give to have her tongue in my mouth again right now, tracing the inside of my cheek, running along the blunt edges of my teeth. I remember
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