“Like I knew you were important before you were ready for me to.”
“But you... you’re...” I can’t even say it.
The wordsstalking meare lodged in my throat.
This is mortifying.
But then, I open my mouth and humiliate myself further. “My ex is getting married… and I’m too much of a pussy to even ask you on a date.”
Violet stares at me.
Oh no.
No, no, no.
Why did I say that?
“Or—to be my girlfriend,” I add, because clearly, I’m committed to ruining my life. “I should probably take you on an actual date before I ask you to be my girlfriend. Not just invite you to my brother’s or for you to pick me up and take me on a date.”
Jesus. I’m rambling.
Not only that, my word vomit is humiliating.
And I said those things…
I swallow hard.
Out. Loud.
In front of Violet.
Callie.
Luna.
Even God himself.
I close my eyes. “I’m going to leave now.”
I try to step back... and immediately lose my balance.
Violet’s hand tightens on my arm, steadying me. “Drew.”
My eyes fly open.
Her voice is softer now. Quieter.
She’s not laughing.
Her eyes are focused. Bright.
There’s something in them I can’t quite read.
“You came all the way here?” she asks.
The question catches me off guard.
“…Yeah,” I whisper. “I was at the bar.”
