“My ideal partner is you,” Chandler says matter-of-factly. This time there’s no hint of embarrassment on his face. It appeared that Chandler had come to terms with expressing his feelings for you.
You, on the other hand, still hadn’t come to terms with them, much less the way they were making you feel. So you turn around to stop Chandler from seeing you were blushing once more.
Using the ring so far hadn’t been as fun as you were expecting. Maybe it would just be best to call it quits and make him take it off.
No way!
You shake your head and lightly slap your cheeks. This was an opportunity you were only getting once. You had to make it count.
The problem you were having so far was that you had to find a way that you could both find it enjoyable. Perhaps it was time for you to make up your own questions rather than copying from Chandler.
You turn around and look back at Chandler, your face no longer burning bright red, as you calmly decide to ask him the question you just made. “Chandler, what would the perfect partner for someone with my body look like?”