Chapter 22
"Can I help you?" was the question she blurted out—automatically.
"I… I…" The guy turned beet red for being unable to finish whatever he had to say.
Amber's eyebrows furrowed together in wonder. "Is there a problem?"
Without prior permission, he caught her hand in his, eyes filled with passion. "Please go out with me!"
Amber glanced at their hands, then looked back at him, befuddled.
Is this what she thinks it is?
The guy sucked in a huge breath, and puffed out his chest. He's clearly agitated—it's written all over his face. He's trying to overcome the embarrassment he feels for stepping up, and doing this… thing. "My name is Jay. I'm seventeen years old, but I-I'm a responsible person! I promise you won't regret dating me, Amber."
'That escalated quickly. Why am I being hit on…?'
Amber didn't try to pull away her hand from his grasp. "What, then?"
