Page 90 of Feels Like Love
“I don’t see a problem. But the fact that you’re feeling conflicted tells me that maybe you need to end things with one of them.”
“Bennett, right?”
She lifted a shoulder. “I didn’t saywhichone of them.”
I clenched my fists, my heartbeat thudding in my ears. “Well, he’s the obvious choice.”
“Is he?”
I threw my hands in the air with an exasperated sigh. “Whatever. You know what—forget I said anything.”
“Wren,” she pleaded.
I ducked behind my computer. “It’s fine. I’m just tired. I’ve been staying up late too many nights.”
She waggled her eyebrows. “All those coaching sessions, huh?”
That was true, but many nights Bennett and I stayed up late just talking. Laughing at old memories. Discovering what had happened in the years we hadn’t seen each other. Dreaming about life.
This was a mess.
“Oh god.” I hung my head in my hands. “I can’t keep doing this.”
“Doing…what? Bennett?” She laughed.
“Lying. I’m lying to everyone. My brother. Bennett. Arlo. I wasn’t made to juggle more than one man at once!” I stood, arms flapping as I talked and walked in circles around the studio. I hadn’t even told her about Ben. We still chatted from time to time, but he was always traveling for work.
“Well…you could end it with Bennett.”
“But the sex,” I whined, my core clenching at the reminder. “God, it’s so good. I don’t know if I can walk away. And I’m still going to have to see him every day until he moves out. And I don’t want him to move out. River doesn’t either.”Crap. Had I really just admitted all of that?
It wasn’t just about the sex. The idea of ending things with Bennett made me want to cry.Crap.
“Maybe you should just let it run its course. He’s moving out soon, right?”
“Mm-hmm.” My stomach twisted, a solid knot forming in the pit like a cannonball. I honestly didn’t want to think about it. I spent a lot of time actively tryingnotto think about it.
“So, you keep on keepin’ on until he moves out.”
“Tempting,” I said.
Every time we kissed, my toes curled and my body melted. And the sex—god, the sex was amazing. He knew exactly what I needed. All the pheromones and hormones and whatever were filling my head with ridiculous ideas about how my life could be with Bennett in it as more than a friend.
“Except for the fact that you’re in love with him…” she said softly.
When I could take it no longer, I said, “Okay. Fine. I’m totally falling for him. I know it’s supposed to be fake, but it feels a lot like love.”
“Maybe you should tell him how you feel and see if he feels the same.”
In theory, that sounded great. But it was easier said than done.
“If Bennett wanted more, don’t you think he would’ve said so by now?” I asked. He didn’t exactly strike me as the kind of guy who would be okay with sharing. Though I never would’ve believed he’d lie to my brother either.
“What if there was a way to test the waters…”
I stilled. “What are you thinking?”
“Well…” She tapped her pen to her lips. “I have an idea.”
