Page 41 of It's Just You

“Fine. If you say so.”I paused. “Okay, so… you think I should talk to Kane? See what he thinks?”

“Yes. There’s no sense in stressing out if you have no idea what’s going on in his head. And you should give him a little credit, too. He’s not that other guy.”

I rolled around again. My body was sore in places I hadn’t even known existed. “I know. I need to remember that.” But what could I do? Aside from talking to him? And I really didn’t want to do that.

“I know it’s hard, but sometimes you have to take a leap of faith.”I knew Micah had. He’d taken a lot of leaps of faith with Carter, some of which I probably didn’t even know about. I couldn’t say how it had gone for sure, but they both were sickeningly happy now. It had obviously been worth it for them.

“I kind of know you’re right, but I don’t want to.”

“Pouting won’t help, you know? Also, where’s the Finn who’s not intimidated by anyone?”

“He’s gone right now…”

“Then find him. Trust yourself. Trust Kane. And if he figures out he’s not into guys at all, then it will suck, but you’ll at least know. If you don’t talk to him, you’ll never know what could happen. Unless he really doesn’t mean that much to you? But I doubt you’d text me about him, if that was the case.” A brief pause, then he added, “And if he hurts you, I’ll kick his ass.”

I snorted as I imagined Micah kicking anyone, let alone a powerhouse like Kane. He was the gentlest person I could think of.

“Or I’ll sic Daddy on him…”

Carter… who was just as gentle, even though he seemed more intimidating than Micah.

“We might need to work on your threats.”

“Now you’re getting mean. Okay, since you don’t want me or Daddy to kick his ass, you need to go talk to him, and fix it. At least figure out what the hell is going on.”

“I will. Thank you. Take care, okay?”

“Will do, and you too. You got this. :-)”

With that, I put my phone aside. I needed a nap before I decided on anything, but I most likely needed to do what Micah had suggested. I had to face Kane before I even thought about talking to Sam.

There were things I didn’t want to do, and both of those were very high on that list.

I sighed, throwing my phone aside and pulling the pillow over my face.

Nap first. Stress later.

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