I Thought You'd Never Ask Novels & Stories

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 thought of never seeing her again shattered the pieces of my ripped up heart. I’d never felt anything like this before. Not ever. In the back of my mind, I thought I’d known for a while, but I hadn’t really admitted it to myself before now. “You can’t leave, Marissa. Please don’t leave.” “Why not?” She asked, making to move for the door.

What's wrong with you? —Why do you ask? I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me. —That's not true. —In the short time I've known you, I've discovered that when you think of something you're forced to do, you frown with displeasure. Come on, tell me, do you still distrust me? Come on... we even almost got killed, remember?

Their words are so engraved in my mind that it's all I think about. It's almost impossible to get rid of negative thoughts. I always asked myself one important question: 'Why me?'. I asked this question every day, but I never got an answer. No matter how much I asked, no one seemed to know the answer. I felt something wet on my cheek and wiped it. I didn't realise that I was crying until now. I didn't want to cry now, so I wiped my tears and stood up but winced when I felt my skin grip on my back.

“What do you think of if you think of me?” “Peaches,” I answer quickly. She grins. “Then we’ll say peaches.” “Peaches?” “Yes, peaches.” She sounds so cheerful all of a sudden. It fills the room. “So we say, I peach you.” It’s ridiculous. It’s perfect. “So,” she asks, watching me like a hawk, “do you peach me, Enrique Lucio Blackburn?” She asks wistfully, but I can hear the tension behind those words. This is make or break.

As I yawned in displeasure, I began to ask the question. "Is it possible for you to think about taking a bath and taking off your nicest shirt?" He hinted with a smile, which caused me to scrunch up my nose in disgust. I was never a fan of exciting news or anything that took me by surprise or shocked me, and everyone who knew me well knew this, including him. Do you mind telling me what you're thinking? I was adamant in my desire to know. I couldn't believe what I was seeing as Chad simply shrugged his shoulders and completely dismissed my question. "I don't know," he said.

I let out a shallow breath and she asks “You do want to do it don’t you?” “Wow, that’s a bit personal, don’t you think?” “Yeah it is but I already know the answer, so what’s the point in not answering?” “Okay, okay. I have thought about it, but I haven’t had much time to think about stuff like that.” “Wow, now that was way to much information, all I wanted to know was if you wanted to do it.” “Well sorry maybe you should just not ask people

"𝒀𝒆𝒔, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈?" "𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒄𝒄 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎?"

"Do you think you'd ever reconsider?" I asked with a thoughtful expression. "I mean, do you think you might change your mind and wake up one day thinking, 'Shit, I feel this big hole in my life because I didn't fulfill the task I was made for'?" I clarified, my gaze set on him with curiosity.

I looked back at him, desperately trying to avoid his question, and without thinking, I blurted out the next words. "Why don't you have a girlfriend yet?" It wasn't even a question I meant to ask him, but after a moment, it sunk in what I had said to Aiden. Ugh! Why did I ask him that? I'm such an idiot, Amber, always! "Um, what I mean is..." I stammered, still looking at his face, observing his facial reactions. At first, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, then gradually his eyebrows came together, and his lips formed a straight line. Eventually, his face became devoid of any reaction.