Page 20 of Twisted Fate

“What the fuck Aurora? No!”

“It’s okay if you do, but you know you can talk to me, right? I love you, and I know when you have too much going on inside your head. Talk to me,” I soothed, threading my arms around his waist to keep him there.

I knew he’d take off the moment I gave him the chance to escape.

“I don’t want to fuck him, Jesus.”

“That’s fine. If you did want to try other stuff in bed, I’m fine with it, but you need to talk to me about it.”

He looked away, his fists clenching on the table either side of me as shame and helplessness reflected on his face.

“I don’t know what’s going on, okay? I just need him more than I used to.”

“Did you like kissing him?” I asked carefully, some of the fight leaving him as his body slouched slightly.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, his eyes staring into mine as I grabbed his chin.

His eyes were full of torment and sadness as I placed an affectionate kiss on his lips.

“That’s okay.”

He let out a shaky breath, building courage as he started speaking in a stronger voice.

“I liked it when he touched me too. When we were in the bedroom and…”

“That’s okay too, Lukas. Have you two talked about it?”

“Fuck no,” he replied, a nervous laugh bubbling out with the words.

I didn’t want to upset him, but he needed a tiny push.

“Maybe you should?”

He shook his head, pulling away from me as expected.

“He’s been my best friend since I started high school, Rory. I can’t just go talking to him like that and risk losing him. It would fuck everything up.”

I took his hand without pulling him closer, giving him the space that he wanted.

“You won’t lose him.”

“Lose who?” Jensen asked as he wandered in, and Lukas instantly yanked his hand back from mine to shove past him, heading back out to the party before I could stop him.

Jensen frowned with confusion, a small amount of hurt on his face.

“What did I say wrong? What’s up with him?”

“Honestly? He’s struggling about you,” I sighed, relief washing through me as he moved to stand where Lukas had been moments before-hand.

He kissed my forehead tenderly, his voice gentle.

“What do you mean, baby?”

“Do you like him as more than a friend? Did you like kissing him?”

“You want to talk about this now?” he muttered awkwardly, but I peered into his eyes and nodded.

He was easier to talk to than Lukas by a mile.