Chapter 36 Archangel
THIRTY-SIX
ARCHANGEL
“Am I allowed to speak now?” Wolfe says as he sips his Dr. Pepper angrily.
“Yes,” I reply, barely keeping it together.
“Wait, what was the question again? I was being sassy and forgot,” Wolfe says sheepishly.
I throw my hands in the air and turn around. “I fucking give up.”
Seaborn gets in my way and turns me back around. “Go talk to him.”
I don’t go over to him. His answer terrifies me either way, and I don’t know if I can handle it. Which doesn’t make any sense.
“Are we actually in a relationship now?” I repeat the words, my heart hammering in my chest.
“Do you want to be?” Wolfe asks softly.
“Do you want to be?” I reply, not sure I can bring myself to tell him the truth.
“I don’t want you to be with me just to keep sticking it to your sister. I did at first, but it hasn’t been like that since we got home from the shower—”
I cut him off, trying to process. “The shower?!”
He nods carefully.
“All this time…” I can’t process it.
“Probably longer. You’re my safe space. You have been for as long as I remember. That’s probably why I dated Steph. In a way, I thought she was the way to be part of it, but it’s not the family I want part of. I want to be your family.”
And now I’m crying. Not cute little tears dotting my cheeks either. Full on leaking is what’s happening.
“We are family.” I wipe my face.
His arms wrap around me, and I press into his chest. “I know we are, but we don’t have to be this. I’m sorry. I should have told you how I feel but—”
I grab his face, cutting him off again. “No, I should have told you how I felt before it got here.”
“How you felt?” Wolfe asks carefully.
“How I feel. How I’ve always felt.” I look up at him.
He doesn’t say anything, but he kisses me. I melt into the kiss, still fucking crying, in shock and not fully sure this is real.
“This means we’re really dating, right?” he asks when we break apart.
“I think it does.”
“So we’re boyfriends?” Wolfe presses, and it’s so fucking cute.
He has no idea what the word does to me.
“I’d like that.”
I hear sniffling behind me and turn, remembering Seaborn is here.
He has tears in his eyes. “Shut the fuck up. I don’t want this ever brought up again.”
Wolfe releases me with one arm and pulls Seaborn in. “We can all be gay together.”
“Bisexual,” Seaborn teases.
“Don’t get him started,” I sigh.
“Told you both I was bisexual.”
“It’s still hard to believe,” I grumble.
“Really?” he asks, pulling back enough to look at both of us.
“Yeah. It’s weird, but I didn’t think I was into dudes a year ago either, so I’m not really one to talk.” Seaborn shakes his head and detangles himself from both of us.
“We come in all shapes and sizes. Maybe don’t judge a bisexual by my sexy cover.”
“He’s going to be insufferable about this, isn’t he?” Seaborn asks.
“You have no idea,” I scrub a hand over my face.
“I’m going to make being bisexual half my personality, which is fitting because bi means half.”
Seaborn drops his head back. “Not with the jokes.”
“You did this.” I lift up on my toes and kiss him.
“No!” Seaborn stabs a finger into my chest. “You did this by dickmatizing him.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, not sure how but suddenly feeling the need to hold onto Wolfe tighter so he can’t disappear.
“Wait, what’s the other half of your personality? Goalie?” Seaborn asks.
“It’s obviously cunt.”
“I was going to say Kool-Aid Man.” I say, and I grin when Wolfe glares.