I Didn T Ask Novels & Stories

𝚆𝚑𝚢? “𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢. 𝙸 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝? ” 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍.

I don't know what to do. I don't want to do what he asked me to do. It's very embarrassing and awkward for me. I've never done it, I don't even have a clear idea how to do it. Why did he ask me that? Why did he do it if he knows perfectly well I don't want to?

he asked. "Are you asking me that?" "You said that" "No, I did not. You did" He blinked. "I did?" "Are you asking me?" He sighed and sat down. I walked to the other couch and sat on it. "Any ideas yet?" He furrowed his brows. "About what?" I frowned. "What did I ask you to do?" "You did not ask me to do...". He blinked. "Did you ask me to do that today? Did you not give me until noon tomorrow?"

I frowned at him. " Did you have your breakfast? " He asked. “ One year ago, on my birthday night, did any accident was caused by your crew?” “ Why asking, baby?” “ Answer me.” “ I don’t know.” He said. “ Think and tell me.” “ mm. I don't know. " " Think and tell me. " " I don't know. " I gazed at him. " Okay. I don't know. You can ask him directly." Alex said and called someone.

And right there, without thinking I asked a question I wasn’t sure if I was ready for the answer yet. “How much do I affect you?”

"The bet! I didn't ask you to do anything yet." "Oh, yeah, what do you want me to do?" I ask. "You should tell me your birthday." I couldn't help but chuckle and shake my head at that. And then he grins, dimples on full display. "Silly, you could have asked me to do a lot of other things. For example, you could have asked me to give you a hundred bucks. Why did you ask me my birthday instead?" "Oh, you'd give me a hundred dollar if I ask?"

"You don't?" "Oh, and you keep asking if there's anything I want to tell you. I've tried so hard to come up with anything, but I just can't. I don't know what I have to tell you, and I've tried so hard to think, but there's nothing. But the way you've been asking makes me think there really is something. Did I do anything wrong? Is there anything I don't remember?" I blurt. "Easy there, take a deep breath," he smiles.

Something about yesterday felt… closer than it should’ve. She nods slowly, like she’s filing that away. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask. She hesitates. “Because he didn’t ask for you.” That lands clean. No distortion. Just… there. I nod once. “Okay.” Mara frowns slightly. “That’s it?” “What else is there?” “He could’ve asked.” “He could’ve,” I say. “He didn’t.” I lean back against the counter, arms crossing loosely. There’s no anger in it.

I said awkwardly. "But why didn't you call me?" He got up and followed me to the kitchen. "I thought you're here to see your dad." I pointed out. "I am but since you're here instead, can't I ask that question?" He asked. "You can." I shrugged. "So answer the question, why didn't you call me?" He asked. "Because I didn't want to." I said truthfully. "What do you mean you didn't want to?" He asked. "You told me to think about it and call you, I thought about it and I didn't want to call you." I answered.

He looks at me directly and pauses for a moment. “Are you not going to ask why I didn’t show up in class?” he sullen asked. My eyes grew big when I heard, bigla tuloy akong nahiya dahil I really wanted to ask him that pero I don’t want to sound like a nagging fiancé. “Ah… I’m curious but you don’t have to tell me every move you make. You are not obliged to report everything you do to me.” I said in the simplest form I could utter.