Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Wesley was quiet for several seconds. “Okay, let’s back up here. You asked him about his intentions, and he, what, he made it clear he wanted to keep seeing you and that he wasn’t dating anyone else, right?”
“Yes.” Okay, maybe Wesley had a point. “He was very clear about that.”
“So we’re not worried about what he wants. He wants you.” The matter-of-fact way he pointed it out had my worries fading. “Then what?”
“I’m not sure the exact order but we talked about the possibility of my staying here, and I think that led to the not going to define things too strictly part of our conversation.” Because yeah, it wouldn’t be fair to label us as anything until I knew what I was doing. “And then I realized I needed to tell him about Ian even if it’s not strictly a date because hiding it would’ve made it sound fishy later.”
Wesley laughed. “Oh yeah.”
“He was okay with it, though.” Right? Well, he hadn’t been upset. “I think?”
Nearly giggling, Wesley sighed. “What did he say?”
“Oh, I forgot. He started out by making a joke about not being exclusive because the guys at L and L are naked friendly.” It still made me smile, but he wasn’t wrong.
It was one of those things we’d have to set limits on if we did get to the serious part…but then again, he’d been making jokes about fun stuff on our first date, so he might not be the jealous type.
Wesley’s giggle filled the car. “He’s right, but then what…you’re killing me.”
He was so dramatic.
“Okay, so joke about naked friends and then I told him about Ian and then he said that I would be a good Daddy and I think he called Ian cute or maybe a cutie.” I’d been a bit wrapped up in the moment to be sure which.
“That doesn’t sound bad.” Wesley’s calm response made it easier to relax. “He’s a genuine kind of guy from what everyone says. I haven’t met him too many times, but he seems nice and Preston would’ve said something if Cohen was a player or just an ass.”
“Oh, and I forgot. He said he would help me figure out fun-shaped cookies for my little date with Ian.” He wouldn’t help me if he was frustrated, right?
The line went quiet and I could almost hear Wesley’s brain running in circles. But when he finally spoke, I almost wished he’d stayed silent. “Does Cohen like Ian?”
Did he what?
Wesley must’ve realized he’d fried my brain because he continued. “He called him cute, right? And he wanted to help. I think it’s plausible.”
Maybe.
Pushing the weirdness aside, I shrugged. “Well, at least he would understand what I see in Ian.”
Wesley coughed, badly covering a laugh. “Should I ask what you see in Ian since you have Cohen waiting to play with your pup?”
“No.” Because I didn’t have a good answer for that. “I’m helping him.”
Right?
“Just keep telling yourself that.” Wesley continued to giggle as I called him an ass and disconnected the phone…not because I was pissed…I was at Cohen’s house.
****
“You look much more thoughtful than when I left you at the restaurant.” Cohen didn’t mince words as he pulled me into his arms.
Giving me a quick kiss, he closed the door and held me tight. “Am I supposed to pretend I haven’t noticed the change in your mood?”
It would’ve been easier if he’d decided to go that route…but since he hadn’t…
Fuck it.
“Why don’t you mind my date thing with Ian?” Leaning into him, I tried to make sure he knew I wasn’t trying to put space between us, physically or emotionally. “I just need to understand so I don’t obsess and fuck things up.”
Life would’ve been easier if I was more subtle.
But I wasn’t.
Cohen didn’t get frustrated…but his lips might’ve turned up at the corners before he pulled me closer and hid his face against my neck.
He was such a brat.
When his chest stopped jerking, he straightened, looking perfectly composed. “That’s a logical question. Let’s sit down and talk about it.”
Let’s talk was never a good sign, but in this case, it didn’t seem to have the same connotation…especially when he’d said my question was logical. “Alright.”
Had anyone I’d dated ever thought I was logical?
He took my hand and led me into his living room, still radiating a calm strength that made it impossible to worry. I must’ve done something to give away my attempt at worrying because he squeezed my hand and chuckled. “Stop overthinking this.”
“I’m very good at overthinking, so I’m not sure I can promise that.” It was a natural strength. I shrugged as he gave me a teasing glare. “Um, I’ll try?”
Scoffing, he shook his head. “Come on.”
He finally stopped as he brought me over to the couch. “How should we do this?”
It seemed to be a rhetorical question, so I waited while he looked back and forth between me and the floor. After a moment, he finally raised one eyebrow. “How do you feel about sitting on the floor between my legs for this conversation? I need a deeper couch if we’re going to cuddle right.”