“You never answered my question,” he said. “What question?” “If I asked you on a real date, would you say yes?” She seemed to tense. Her fingers tightened around his. “Are you asking?” Adrian hesitated. She was watching him closely, her blue eyes curious, but also nervous. Nervous. Somehow, seeing his own uncertainty mirrored back at him helped to ease the anxiety knotted inside his chest. He tugged her closer, until their toes were nearly touching. She didn’t resist. She didn’t look away. “I’m asking,” he said.
