to talk about this, but all I need you to say is if you still see me as a friend or a person you just hang out with to have some fun with.”
Normally, that’s exactly why I would avoid meeting guys, but for some stupid reason, here I was again.
Wells wasn’t just a guy I hung out with to get whatever out of it. I liked him. And Ira too.
So tell him!
That was my heart speaking, but as expected, my mind wouldn’t stay out of this conversation.
Let him tell you first so you don’t look weak if he’s just using you for fun.
Yes. That.
Exactly that.
How could I know that once I told him I liked him, he wouldn’t break me by telling me he doesn’t like me back in that way?
Also, why hasn’t he mentioned anything about a third possibility of us going into the direction of becoming a couple?
Because he doesn’t want a relationship, dummy.
“What do you think we are?” I asked back, listening to my mind instead of my poor heart.
He raised a brow at me and chuckled. “Guess you’re still unsure if you have to answer me with another question.”
I furrowed my brows.
I hated this conversation, and all I wanted to do was turn away from him and sleep instead of having to deal with this again.
If you just open up to him, you’ll feel better. No matter what his response is, my heart told me, knowing it was telling the truth.
How the hell did I get to the point where I started to have conversations with my damn organs?
“So are you if you can’t answer my question either,” I pointed out, feeling like an idiot already.
Wells sighed and ran his hand over his face, obviously not in the mood to argue either.
“How can we ever talk about this without you overthinking and questioning everything?”
Woah! Did he just say it’s my fault?
No, he’s trying to find reasons, not accusing you.
My emotions were running wild, but I tried my best not to let them explode and show.
I had to calm down—no, my mind needed to calm down, because my heart knew exactly what to do and I’d rather have it control me instead of my brain.
“I’m not asking much of you, Rooney. You’re suffering, and I hate to see you like this, so why can’t we just have a normal conversation about this?”
I looked down at our hands which were still in his lap, trying to find an answer to his question.
How can I not open up about my feelings if I know exactly how I feel about us?
But just as I was about to collect all my strength and answer him, a little voice interrupted me, and it wasn’t my mind stopping me from finally opening up.
Wells
“Daddy?” Ira stood by the door with one hand in his hair and the other on the doorknob, looking unsure and worried.
I squeezed Rooney’s hand to let her know that I saw her determination to speak up about her feelings, but that we’d have to move this conversation to another time.
I was being a dick to her just moments before, trying to push her to answer me while I protected myself from whatever it was she was feeling.
I was positive we felt the same, wanting to be with each other and maybe go a step further and call what we’ve been doing in the past weeks dating, but it was clear that she still needed time, and I wouldn’t push her if it made her feel upset.
“What’s up, buddy?” I asked, reaching out my hand to him.
He quickly walked over to my side of the bed while Rooney moved over, knowing he would be spending the night with us.
“Can’t sleep?” I asked, and he nodded.
Must be the fact that he was alone in a bedroom he had never been in before.
“All right, come here,” I said, helping him up onto the bed and letting him get comfortable on my chest the way he used to when he was a baby.
I glanced over at Rooney who was smiling gently at Ira, and without having to say a word, I pulled her to me and kissed the top of her head as she cuddled up to my side.
She was close to Ira with her head on my shoulder and her body pressed against my side while he nestled his face into my neck.
This felt nice, having both of them cuddled up to me.
But there was still something bothering the both of us that