Lily stood there, shifting nervously, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her hoodie like it held the answers to all her problems.
Her face was red—so red, in fact, that Hugo wondered if she might just explode. This was the reddest he had ever seen it.
It wasn't even as red as this after they kissed!
She sighed deeply, as if she was gathering all the courage she had left in her body. Her breasts rose and fell with the effort.
Hugo wasn't looking or anything. He was far too busy for that...
"Do you… remember our first date?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper and filled with uncertainty.
Hugo raised an eyebrow, keeping his face as cold as a glacier. On the outside, he looked like he couldn't care less. On the inside? Pure chaos.
