I Thought You'd Never Ask Novels & Stories

Like people lose memories every day, no big deal about it. Jenkins murmured sympathy. “That must be really difficult.” He had no idea, no clue what those moments meant. She smiled politely. “I manage.” The genuine smile reached her eyes. That made me unsettled more than anything. I couldn't let it go. “You really don’t remember me?” I asked. The question came out quieter than I meant to, almost desperate and I hated how it sounded. She didn’t look away but she looked actually sorry. “I’m sorry.” She said softly. “Should I?”

I did it through a third party but what does she want to talk about? With Millions of stressing thoughts roaming in my mind all I could ask myself was- ‘What did I do this time?’

The next day started like any other—except it wasn’t. Our mutual friend caught me by my locker, leaning against it with that smirk she always wore when she thought she knew everyone’s secrets. “Do you like him?” she asked, eyes bright and teasing, like she already had the answer. I rolled my eyes, annoyed that she even asked. “No. Of course not.” She nudged me, leaning closer, her grin wider. “Girl… he’s obsessed with you. Just admit it and go get your man.”

I asked bashfully, "How's the baby?" Only then did they seem to remember the child. One of them said honestly, "We were so worried about you that we forgot to check."

But the question burns on my tongue, demanding I ask it. "And what about you?" I ask my mate, my voice low and steady despite the storm inside. "What do you think?"

Resolve. I’m tired of the unanswered questions, sick of having life happen to me without having a wind of why or what is happening. I draw a slow, steady breath. I don’t know what will happen to me if I don’t ask him. But I know one thing with terrifying clarity: If I don’t ask now, I never will.

At that moment, I felt like an idiot who had just asked a silly question . I told you, it was only a stupid question. You don’t have to answer if you don’t feel the need to.” I let out a sigh . “I have no idea why I had to ask such a question in the first place.” I picked up the menu as I glanced at it to see the different recipes and delicacy on it once more before I choose.

His gray eyes were cold and unreadable. "I wasn't asking what they think." The silence stretched between us. "I was asking what you think." I swallowed.

He keeps thinking for a moment. “Well?” I ask while I see it in all colors, about to burst. Will you open the door or wait to see how I ask for help? “You don't have to ask for help at all, it would never hurt you.” “Then open the door and let me go.” Then the unexpected happens.

I demanded from him It was something that I would never have imagined myself asking any man but here I was presented with nothing but ideas that we're running through my mind and I needed answers before it was too late and for me to finally come to terms with the fact that many things were always going to be don't behind my back