I glared at him. “You’re just supposed to ask.”
“Alright. What are your feelings?”
I huffed. “I’m feeling like it would be a bad idea to have sex when you know where you stand and I don’t. Which is why I want my own room. If we keep sharing a bed, we’re going to end up screwing. We’re too attracted to each other not to.”
“And we’re mates,” he added.
“Halfway to being mates, but yes.”
“Why do you feel like that?”
“Because I talked to Emily about it,” I admitted grudgingly.
“You talked to Emily about not fucking me?”
“Yes.”
“Stop talking to Emily, then.”
“Bo!” I snapped.
He gave me a small grin. “I’m kidding. But for the record, Emily should stay out of our relationship.”
“We barely have a relationship at all.”
His eyes narrowed. “What did I say about minimizing our bond?”
Right.
He didn’t like that.
Hence the growling about us being friends.
“Fine. Pretend I didn’t say anything. She has a point, though. Sex can influence feelings. If I don’t have the same feelings for you that you have for me, sex would mean something different for both of us. That doesn’t seem fair.”
“If we weren’t both aware of it, maybe it wouldn’t be. But if we can both accept that we feel differently about it, why would it matter?”
I stared at him.
Maybe I didn’t have an answer to that.
“I’m okay with you not being in love with me, Mads. If I stop being okay with that, we can stop having sex. Unless that happens, I don’t see what it would hurt for me to care more than you do. Even if we’re screwing.”
“I guess that makes sense,” I admitted.
“I don’t want you to feel guilty for not being on the same page I am. I’m the one who was obsessed with you for years. I’m the one who lost control and bit you. I don’t expect us to feel the exact same things right now.”
That was good.
At least, I thought so.
Hoped so.
“But what does it mean for us?” I asked. “Where do we go from there?”
Bo shrugged. “I think we just live our lives, and try to enjoy them.”
“That sounds reasonable.”
