| Micah |
This dinner started a train wreck. I'd never felt so inept at conversation before. Every topic I could think of to try and start a conversation with dried up on my tongue. I second guessed everything. I was at a loss how to engage her, what angle would work with her elusiveness. Her stoicism seemed unflappable. I felt the need to walk on eggshells, so worried I'd misstep.
It was inevitable she would bring up rejection again. Knowing it was coming didn't make it any easier. I knew this was my punishment, but I wanted her. By the goddess, I'd never wanted anything else this desperately.
The anger that I had been pushing down at my just desserts, was rising. I wanted to lash out. Asher was a seesaw of emotions, flicking from despondency at the thought of being rejected, to glee
