Jesse opened his mouth to speak, but the well-rehearsed words seemed to evaporate from his mind. He hesitated, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up his neck. He scratched the back of his head, looking awkward in a kind of cute way.

He could command a boardroom, but he couldn't master a simple confession?

"Sorry," he muttered, looking utterly flustered. "I’m not really good at this." He muttered again as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper.

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