Chapter 92 Assemblage Iii

• “I’m an excellent closer. You know that yourself.” I shrugged, hoping the gesture didn’t look as jerky as it felt. Truth be told, acting overly confident about this situation was the only way I’d been able to gear myself up to ask her in the first place.
• I was okay with her thinking I was nuts. I was even okay with her saying no. What I wasn’t okay with? pulling away from me because I’d officially moved out of the stress-free friend zone into the realm of one more man who wanted something from her. I did, but I wanted to give as much back.
• As much as she would let me.