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But was Loki failing in that as well? He wasn’t exactly being inviting to him.
Could two strangers who loved the same woman share her?
“Would help if I knew you better,” Loki said.
“Fair call. Same goes.”
“Let’s share some truths.” He waited for Remy to tell him that it was dumb idea, but the other man just nodded.
Loki was sipping on soda by now. He had a two beer limit when he had to drive. He noticed Remy had switched over to zero percent beers a while back.
Points in his favor.
“All right,” Remy agreed.
“But I’ve gotta say . . . if we do anything she still comes first,” he blurted out.
“In everything,” Remy said firmly.
“There’s a part of me that still wishes she was all mine,” he told him. Fuck, that was kind of wrenched out of him. And he felt like an asshole. But it was the truth.
“You don’t pull punches, huh?” Remy said with a hint of amusement. “Can’t lie and say I haven’t felt that way.” Then he frowned. “But there’s also something that pulls me to you. Not saying it’s attraction. Not sure what exactly it is.”
Okay, Loki kind of understood that.
“And I’m not sure about this sub stuff. Not sure I’ll like it or want it.”
“That’s your right,” Remy said.
“Are you always this agreeable?”
This time he definitely grinned. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“I dunno. I don’t want to be the only volatile, crazy person in this relationship.”
Relationship? Yikes. Did he really just say that?
Remy leaned forward, giving him a firm look. “You are not crazy. And I won’t have you say that about yourself.”
Okay, Loki didn’t know how he felt about this. His heart was racing. His first instinct was to tell him to fuck off, but he squashed it. He was trying to think more before he acted.
And as that initial spark of anger faded, he felt something else . . . something he wasn’t sure of.
“I can call myself what I like.”
“Would you be okay with Isa calling herself crazy? Or a failure? Or stupid?”
“What? Fuck, no! Don’t you dare call her those things.” He scowled at the other man.
“I wasn’t. But if it’s not okay for her, it’s not okay for you. What does that say to her?”
“Is this some sort of ‘if you can’t love yourself how can you love her’ lecture?”
“Nope. No lecture. More of a ‘being honest with yourself and her’ sort of thing. You can’t scold her for something you do to yourself, yeah?”
Right.
Because that would make him a hypocrite.
