C151 Want

Gabe

Did I want to keep pressing him? Yes. Was I going to? I don’t know yet. He stared at me expectantly and I tried to think of an answer. My mind was distracted by images of what he could possibly want.

“Well?” Odis asked.

“Uh, I-I,” I stuttered. I stuttered like a second-grader who was cornered on the playground during recess by their crush