Page 92 of Feels Like Love
“Nothing.” I shrugged.
He leaned against the counter. “Did something happen with TM?”
I frowned. “Who’s TM?”
“The woman on your phone. The one you told me not to call by the nickname I originally came up with.”
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose.Tits McGee.I guess I should’ve been grateful for the latest version of Liam’s nickname.
“I told you.” I gnashed my teeth. “It’s nothing.”
But I wanted it to be something. Wren was my everything. River too.
This past weekend had made me realize how precarious my position was with Wren. I needed to tell her how I felt before I lost the chance forever.
I still didn’t think Liam would approve of our relationship, but his stance toward Arlo was definitely encouraging. I shook my head. I couldn’t think about that. All I knew was that I didn’t want to be without her.
That evening, I cooked Wren’s favorite meal and considered what I was going to say to her. River was a good distraction, at least until he went to bed. And then, Wren and I were finally alone together.
I poured us each a glass of wine and then joined her on the couch.
She smiled at me, though she seemed preoccupied. “Thanks.”
“My pleasure.” I kissed her cheek. “How was your day?”
“Good. Busy. I, um…” She tucked her hair behind her ear and set the wineglass on the coffee table before turning to face me. “I actually wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Great.” Nerves filled my stomach, making it difficult to sit still. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about too.” I set my glass down next to hers. “What’s up?”
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Arlo invited me to go away with him for the weekend.”
Fuck!
“What did you say?” I asked, hoping my voice sounded calmer than I felt.
“I wanted to talk to you about it first,” she said, sidestepping the question. Though I guessed that was good. At least she hadn’t immediately told him yes. Which meant that I might still have a chance.
Don’t go. Stay with me.
Did she want to go with him? Was she asking for my permission? My blessing? I didn’t know what she wanted from me here.
I knew what I wanted—her.
But I also wanted Wren to be happy. So, I put my own feelings aside to focus on Wren and her happiness. And if she wanted to go away with thisfuckingArlo,then I had to support that.
Releasing the breath I’d been holding, I said, “That’s a big step. Are you ready for that?”
She lifted a shoulder, her eyes pinned on mine. “Do you think I’m ready?”
What was I supposed to say? As much as I loved Wren, I wanted what was best for her. And in this case, that meant standing aside and letting her decide what she wanted.
“It’s not up to me,” I said, not that I was trying to encourage her to go. “This is a decision only you can make.”
She fell silent, the air vibrating with tension. With unspoken questions.
“Ugh. I don’t know. I don’t know!” She threw her hands in the air then grabbed her cheeks, shaking her head.
“Wren.” I took her hand in mine. “Can you see a future with Arlo?”
