Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
The pure emotion in Matty’s voice made Wells’s eyes tear up as he nodded. “You gotta try.”
“I know.”
“I’ll go with you.”
Matty smiled, opening his eyes, his gaze meeting Wells’s. “Really?”
He nodded. “I’d go to the ends of the earth with you.”
Pressing his lips to Wells’s, Matty nodded. “I’d really appreciate that.”
“Give me a date, and I’ll be there with you.”
As Wells held his gaze, something moved in Matty’s eyes. Wells wasn’t sure what it was, but it took his breath away. Matty wanted so badly to be accepted by everyone, and it killed Wells that it might not happen. But at least he’d always have Wells.
No matter what.
“Next weekend?”
Wells hadn’t expected it to be that quick, but he nodded all the same. “Of course.”
Matty’s shoulders fell as he let out a huge breath. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you for wanting me there.”
Matty grinned as he nodded. “I need you. Your strength.”
“It’s yours.”
Matty’s eyes lit up, and soon his mouth was crashing to Wells’s. In that moment, Wells didn’t think life could get any better.
He knew it might get worse.
But he wasn’t the least bit scared.
Nine
Matty was sleeping when Wells rolled over to go to the bathroom. Or, so Wells thought. Scratching his naked butt, he was almost to the bathroom when Matty called out, “Damn, you got a baby bladder.”
Wells laughed. “Shut it. I pee a lot at night.”
“’Cause you’re an old ass.”
“Right, so be nice to your elders,” Wells called back, a smile pulling at his lips. “And you’re fucking this old ass.”
“Hey, it doesn’t have wrinkles. I’m good.”
Going to the toilet, he scoffed as he held his cock, relieving himself. He watched as Matty turned over, his back rippling with the movement. It had been four days since they’d gotten back together, and to say that Wells was happy was an understatement. They spent every waking moment together. They enjoyed movies, meals, and just being together. They had gone biking and canoeing, even made love in the woods. It was great. They were great, but he knew the trip to see Matty’s sister, Avery, was weighing on his heart.
Matty didn’t talk about it. At all. Not even when he bought the plane tickets or booked the hotel. He just sent the notification to Wells’s email. Since Wells was unsure what to do with that, he didn’t do anything. He ignored the trip too and just enjoyed making up for lost time with the man he planned to spend forever with. He was nervous, though. Scared, even. He knew rejection by Matty’s sister was more than likely going to happen, and Wells was pretty damn sure Matty knew it too.
Which wasn’t good.
Because Wells needed things to go well with Avery. If they didn’t, he wasn’t sure Matty would be motivated to go forward with coming out to the rest of his family. It freaked Wells out, which was why he’d decided not to think about it much. Instead, he just loved the shit out of his guy and hoped that was enough to keep him. Though, it hadn’t been before, but he was ignoring that too.
He had to, or he’d go crazy.
Exhaling hard, he shook before flushing the toilet and then washing his hands. After walking back to the bed, he pushed back the blanket, but before he got in, he noticed his phone signaling a text. He reached for it, noticing it was from Wren. With his brows pulled together, he sat down and opened the text.
Wren: This kid is kicking me in the ribs, and Jensen is passed out. I shouldn’t wake him, right? That would be rude.
Wells grinned.
Wells: So you wake me?
Wren: I texted you like seven hours ago.
Wells rolled his eyes.
Wells: Try an hour. He’s still keeping you up?
Wren: Yes, and it sucks ass.
Wells: I’m sure it’s gonna get worse when the kid comes.
Wren: Wow, thanks, asshole.
Wells: Anytime.
Wells: I’m surprised Jensen is sleeping. Usually, you breathe, and he wakes up.
Wren: I made him go house shopping all day, and it was an ordeal. I’m pretty sure he wanted to divorce me.
Wells’s grin grew as he nodded. He had gotten a lot of texts from his best friend, bitching about Wren and how indecisive she was, but all Jensen kept saying was that he loved her. That she was worth it, but that he was going to kill her too.
They were adorable.
Wells: He isn’t going anywhere. He hasn’t yet.
Wren: I know, but still. He was annoyed, and he’s tired.
Wells: Leave him be, then.
Wren: Well, no shit, which is why I’m harassing you.
Wells: Lucky for me.
Wren: Always. So how is everything? Still dreamy for Matty? Is Matty his real name? Is it really Matthew? Or Matt?
Wells: lol. It’s Matthew.
Wren: I’m gonna call him that. He isn’t ten.
Wells chuckled as he lay back in the bed, holding his phone as he rested his elbows on the bed.