I find myself travelling into his mind, hitting his latest memories first. I quickly take the one where I just told him he looked hot and take it with me as I travel back into my consciousness. In the next moment, I find myself staring at him again, a little scared of what just happened.
If I failed right now … I’m never going to be able to look into his eyes again. Like, why would I even say that? Couldn’t I just tell him that I like to sleep with my cat lying on my chest or something similarly stupid? He’d brush it off way easier than what I just said!
He feels his cheeks in confusion, then looks at me. “I think we’ll have to open the window, it’s a little warm in here. Excuse me for a moment,” he says, standing up and walking towards the window. “Did you think of what you’re going to
