Did I Ask Meme Novels & Stories

"I just want to ask you one question." "Do you remember my eighteenth birthday?"

"Did you miss me?" ****

He seemed to be having a great time and I refused to be a downer, despite my discomfort. Beer kept flowing and toward the end of the game, I was finally starting to relax. A buzzer of some sort sounded and Craig collapsed into his seat next to me, sweat pouring down his brow as if he’d been playing in the game himself. He took a deep swig of his beer and held the cold liquid to his forehead. “So,” he said. “Did you ask her?” “Did I ask who what?” I suspected he was referring to Marissa and asking whether she knew why my father made me hire her, but since he was already sweating I saw no reason not to make him sweat just a tiny bit more. He did drag me out here, after all.

I ask mockingly. #############

"I should ask you the same question, Dad." ###

He must be extremely rich. "Is that all you remember darling?" He asked me again. Is that all... Wait. Does he remember? Oh no! What do I do now?!

“Have you been waiting for me to ask you that?” “Maybe.”

MK admitted lightly. "Who the are you?" I couldn't help but asking.

Damian jumped up as he just went off. I didn’t have a response to that but I had this nagging request I wanted to ask. “Damian, can I be selfish and ask something of you?”