Don’t be. I’m actually happy for you, Bodie.
I just wish you would’ve figured it out sooner
Me
Me too. Thanks for pushing me I guess… *flushed face emoji*
Amber
You’re welcome, I guess… *neutral face emoji*
“You okay, beautiful?”
The weightlessness I feel when he says those things has me needing to grab onto something.
“Good morning, Oz.” His heavy-ass limbs squeeze even tighter around me.
“What’s got you sighing so heavily this early?”
“Amber texted me.”
“Hmm.”
“I think she’s okay with this. I guess she saw it coming for a long time.”
“How did she see it and we didn’t?” He asks the question that’s been on my mind for weeks now.
“I mean, didn’t we? Aside from the physical part, that is.” Looking back on all our experiences together and on all my feelings for him, I realize they haven’t changed. They’ve just been amplified. “I’ve always loved you, Bryce. It’s just more intimate now.” His scent floods my senses as he nuzzles into my neck, his hair brushing against my face.
“Same, Bode.”
He’s still yawning, even though I know he slept well last night. I don’t want to pry, but it’s eating me up inside not knowing.
“What do you want to know?”
“Huh?”
“Bodie, I know you. And I know the face you make when you want to ask a question but are afraid to or don’t know how. So, spit it out.”
“I didn’t know I made a face.”
“You make a lot of faces. Now ask.”
“How long have you had sleeping problems?”
The tight hold he’s had on me loosens, but I pull him closer, not letting him escape. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but please don’t pull away from me.”
My neck heats up when I feel him shift, and I’m praying he doesn’t get up and leave. When he rests his chin on my pec, I reward him with a kiss, and his hair tickles my nose.
“Since I was a kid.”
“How bad is it?”
“When you’re not here? A couple hours a night at best.”
I swallow as his words sink in. Have I really been this clueless?
“Was it always this bad?”
