Page 30 of Fractured Souls
I reach out, cupping his face. His bright green eyes glassy. “We are so fucked, huh?”
“Yes we are.” He laughs wetly.
“Glad to know it wasn’t me personally.”
“I would have got there.” He glares.
“Thought I was going to have to top you for a second.” I laugh when he shoves me playfully.
“Excuse me, topping is an art form, okay? Not everyone can just jump into the deep end. Literally.” That makes me smile.
“Can I tell you what I think?” He nods and I move a little closer as he pulls me in against his body for a hug. Fingers run through my hair, and I close my eyes at the comfort. “I think he does care about you, but something is holding him back. I don’t know what it is, though.”
“Does your best friend know you love him?” he asks me.
This is something I keep thinking about. Through all the weirdness lately, Cam never asked me if I had feelings for him. I don’t know if he just thought I was also horny.
Still . . . I wonder why he didn’t ask me.
More than that, what I have said if he asked me?
Noah leans into the caress of my fingers through his hair. “Everything’s been weird since that kiss. Before that . . . no, I don’t think he knows. It doesn’t matter . . .” Noah wraps his arms around me. “He doesn’t want me. He said it was a mistake.”
“That’s hard.”
“I was okay before, you know. He only liked girls, and I could always leave it at that—it’s not me, he’s just straight. Now, though, since we messed around, it’s like knowing for sure. It’s not because I’m a guy; it’s because I’m me.”
“Well, he’s missing out. You’re awesome.” Noah kisses the side of my head.
I shift uncomfortably before trying on a smile. “Do you have a picture of Jamie?” I need to see the man who has Noah all twisted up. He rolls, grabbing his phone and wincing when he sees the time. “What?”
“It’s late. I should call a ride soon before I can’t get one.”
“Stay the night.”
“What?”
“It’s not like we’re going to do anything.” I shrug. “Stay over. I’ll take you back in the morning. I can use Cam's car in the morning.”
“You sure?”
Selfishly I don’t want to be alone. “Yeah. Your dick may be broken, but I’d still like to cuddle.”
“My dick is not broken!”
I laugh, snatching his phone and tapping it. His lock screen appears.Whoa, okay. I can see why Noah is so torn up. This guy is hot. “Oh, wow. This him?” He nods. “He’s hot.” He takes his phone, giving it one last look before gently clicking it off.
“I think I love him.” While we just met, this is really nice. I don’t have any other friends besides Camden. I don’t think Alicia at work counts. I know she slept with Cam too, so there’s always been this weirdness between us, even though she’s one of the few people who knows how I feel about Cam. She calls it female intuition; I call it being nosy as hell.
After they hooked up she figured out that I had feelings for him. She felt terrible about it and stopped hooking up with him.
“I don’t know if I want to though.” Noah murmurs quietly.
I shut the light off, settling in with him. “I think he may surprise you.” I press a kiss to his forehead and hug him tighter. Maybe I need to talk to Camden about everything. I don’t think I’ll fully move on without having a real discussion about what happened weeks ago.
Tomorrow. That is a future Bo problem. “Night, Noah.”
“Night, Bowen.”
