Wes sighed. “Harlow…you want to keep Foxx by your side, don’t you?”
His hands clenched at his side. “Yes…”
“For just sex?”
That’s all he should have wanted him for… It would make sense if that was all he wanted…yet…it wasn’t. Harlow liked having Foxx around. He enjoyed bickering with him, holding his damn yarn as he knitted while they watched true crime. Harlow liked teasing him, and riling him up. He…cared…he did… The problem is, he didn’t know in what way…
Did he care as one normally would for another person, or…was it what one felt for something they owned? Harlow, unfortunately, didn’t think he knew the difference. Mostly as he wasn’t sure he had ever felt the former.
“No…not…just for sex.” Harlow took a step back and slowly sat down on the couch.
“Then you need to give both of you the chance to see if there could be more. Because you can’t expect someone to stay when you won’t offer them anything else.”
“Foxx hasn’t…” He trailed off and rubbed his face in frustration—his head was pounding.
Foxx doesn’t… How could he feel anything? What reason would he have to feel anything for him…?
Harlow wasn’t sure if he wanted him to feel anything either. Because part of him worried he may actually feel guilt over wanting something that he wasn’t sure he could offer in return.
“I can’t say what Foxx’s feelings are, but you won’t know if you don’t say something.”
“Say something… Fuck…I…” Harlow grimaced, resting his head back with a groan, he stared at the ceiling. Could he say something?
* * *
Foxx satat the kitchen island, glaring at his phone. He tried to call Harlow again, but sagged with a huff when it once again went straight to voicemail.
Where the hell had the human gone?! This was… This was all Alastair’s fault! If he would have just stopped pushing… Why couldn’t the vampire just leave things alone?!
Now he not only had no clue where Harlow was, but the man wasn’t answering his phone. Or, more likely, he had turned it off.
He sat up at the sound of the door opening. “H-Harlow?”
Harlow appeared out of the hallway, his face blank.
He hopped off the chair, hands twisting nervously as he asked, “Where have you been?! Where did you even sleep last night?!”
The human cleared his throat. “I went to my cabin.”
“You weren’t answering.”
“I needed to think…”
“I—”
Harlow cut him off. “Don’t do it.”
“Don’t…?”
“Don’t go on that date with Iggy.”
Well…he had lied to Alastair about it, but since he didn’t want it to fuck shit up here even more, he might as well tell Harlow he’d already turned the man down.
“Harlow, I’m?—”
“Date me instead.”
The words he’d been about to say fled from his mind. “W-what...?”
