Nick's POV
"Date me…"
There. I'd said it.
The words left my mouth like a shot, no way to take them back, no way to soften their impact.
It hit me the second she'd finished speaking. Georgia still didn't understand. She still couldn't see what she meant to me, no matter how many ways I'd tried to show her.
And if my actions weren't enough to break through that dense wall of hers, then fine. I'd go for the kill—direct, undeniable, impossible to misinterpret.
From now on, I'd give her both. My words and my actions. No shadows, no half-measures, no leaving space for doubt.
But now… now she was staring at me like I'd just dropped the ground out from under her feet. Her wide eyes locked on mine, and for the first time, I didn't know if she was about to run… or fall.
I caught her hands, lifting them to my lips, kissing each one slowly, carefully. "What do you say? Will you date me?"
She blinked, swallowed hard. "D-Date you?"
I bit back the urge to groan.
