“Didn’t you just give me a whole speech on comp het a couple of months ago?” Is Seaborn on Wolfe’s side on this?
“Yes, I understand how sexuality works, but the person actually has to be attracted to the guy who’s getting them off. It’s not just about who you sleep with.” What is going on with the gaslighting today?
“Have you asked him if he’s attracted to you? Because you’re bordering on bi-phobia,” Seaborn asks, and it stings.
“Yeah, have you asked me?” Wolfe echoes his words.
“Don’t fucking add to this!” I snap.
“It’s about me!” Wolfe yells.
“No, this is between us,” Seaborn pats his shoulder. “Get a Dr. Pepper and let us work it out.”
“Let you work out my bisexuality?!” Wolfe asks, astonished, but he shuffles over to the fridge and grabs a drink, grumbling the whole time.
“I can’t believe that worked,” I say under my breath.
“Don’t play like we are good. We aren’t friends right now. I’m mad at you for not fucking telling me and for not even asking your best friend if he likes having sex with you.”
“Yeah!” Wolfe shouts.
We both glare at him, and he goes back to grumbling.
Seaborn returns his attention to me and waits.
“What?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything.
“Are you going to ask him if he likes having sex with you?” Seaborn leans against the back of the sofa.
“You’re fucking enjoying this, aren’t you?” I groan, knowing I deserve it. I don’t know how I got so in my head about Wolfe just doing this to get off.
“You did it to me, and I’m much happier for it. I think you will be too.”
“I know he likes having sex with me but he’s told me he’s straight. Everyone knows that. You went and slept with a man onyour own. This is different.” I know how dumb I sound. My brain feels like it’s twisted in a pretzel. I don’t know how I missed that Wolfe might actually be attracted to me?
I can’t process it.
Seaborn lifts his brows. “It sounds to me like he fucked you without coercion, and it looked pretty enthusiastic to me.”
And I know it was. I don’t know where my head is at. But this can’t be real.
Can it?
“Are we actually in a relationship?”
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“Am I allowed to speak now?” Wolfe says as he sips his Dr. Pepper angrily.
“Yes,” I reply, barely keeping it together.
“Wait, what was the question again? I was being sassy and forgot,” Wolfe says sheepishly.
I throw my hands in the air and turn around. “I fucking give up.”
Seaborn gets in my way and turns me back around. “Go talk to him.”
