An experimental 55 – writing it from a girl’s perspective. So no clue how bad or good it would be.
He had never been comfortable expressing emotions. It would always be a smile, a shrug, or an understanding nod; but no emotions were verbalized. Call it a girl’s intuition, I knew he had feelings for me, but he never said anything.
It was time to take matters in my own hand.
I got him drunk.