Page 56 of Finding Their Place

“Yeah, but this is different. I—I just know it could be something special.”

“I hope you’re right,” I half-lied, hating myself for loving her so much. She deserved my honesty. Even if it ripped us apart, at least I could clear the air—and she would have Wyatt to comfort her. He seemed the type I could entrust her care to.

I leaned down and kissed the top of her head, finally ready to tell her the truth of how deep my love for her went. She deserved my honesty no matter the outcome.

Eyes closed, I breathed in the scent of lavender, but it didn’t soothe as usual. “Hal—”

The bathroom door opened, and she pulled away, the moment between us ruined. Or perhaps fate had decided the timing wasn’t right.

I stood, moving past Wyatt as he joined us once more. “I’m heading to bed,” I said over my shoulder, putting space between us since I’d had all I could take of their affection. “It was nice meeting you, Wyatt—and good luck.”

“Thanks.”

I nodded and left them alone.

But I was the lonely one who had already decided he wouldn’t turn on music or bury his head beneath a pillow. I would appreciate from afar that another man might be able to make her happy—give her all the things she craved.

Haley’s bedroom door shut a short time later, and I stared in the dark, listening to him love her since I couldn’t.

19

Haley

We didn’t thump the headboard.

Wyatt swallowed my cries while I erupted around his dick and he moaned his pleasure over how much I pleased him.

He kept the vocal evidence of his climax to whispered groans, smothering his face against my neck while coming.

While we hadn’t spoken about Garrett being on the other side of the hallway with only two doors separating us, we were both considerate of his presence.

I couldn’t believe Garrett had told Wyatt about his mom. It had taken me months of being vulnerable with him before he’d opened up to me.

Lots of shit had gotten dragged into the evening, but I wasn’t upset or felt like the date had been ruined. Far from it. My best friend and…whatever Wyatt was to me had connected in those few minutes of revelation between the two men.

But there had been more than sharing of painful pasts.

Attraction had been thick between them the second I’d hurried into the kitchen, but I wasn’t surprised. Both men were beautiful and irresistible. How could they not be drawn to one another like magnets?

Throughout the rest of the night, I’d seen the them checking each other out—but I’d also noticed Garrett’s jealousy over Wyatt occupying my physical space.

And I’d been a selfish bitch staying on Wyatt’s lap even if I hadn’t meant to flaunt what I’d found right after Garrett had a reminder of Alec and his crushed heart.

“Your thoughts are loud.” Wyatt’s words murmured against the back of my head before he kissed my hair. He big-spooned me, one arm wrapped around my waist, his legs entangled with mine.

“Thinking about Garrett.”

“What about him?” Wyatt didn’t sound upset that my mind wasn’t on the slow, toe-curling sex we’d had or the hard body still wrapped around me like a warm cocoon in my bed.

“It was selfish of me to hang all over you when he’s hurting.”

“He has to know you weren’t rubbing in your happiness,” he replied, winding his fingers through mine atop my belly. “You don’t seem the type.”

A shuddered exhale sank me further into the mattress, and I closed my eyes against the dim streetlight sneaking around the edges of my blinds as Wyatt’s thumb absently massaging beneath my breast.

“I can’t believe he was so vulnerable with you tonight. He’s pretty private.”

When Wyatt didn’t respond, I rolled to face him, snuggling against him, rubbing my face against his hard chest like a needy kitty.

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