“Are you sure he doesn’t feel the same way?” I’ve seen the way the two are with each other. I’ve seen the affection in Chase’s eyes when he looks at or talks about his friend.
It makes me doubt that Emmet’s feelings are only one-sided.
Emmet shakes his head and leans away from me slightly. “No,” he denies. “Chase has always been clear that he’s only into women and that’s okay. I’ll love him in the capacity that he allows.”
God, I can’t imagine loving someone enough to be able to accept what they want to give me, even if it’s not the love I want.
His hand lands on my thigh and my eyes snap to his. “I didn’t think that I’d ever want to be romantically involved with anyone other than Chase until I met you,” he admits. His hand touches my face, brushing my hair away and I lean into the warmth of his touch. “I think in a twisted way, that doesn’t take away from what I feel for you, but the fact that I get to share you with him, it helps.”
I nod my head, because somehow I understand. “But you’re not just with me because of Chase?” I ask, wanting to be sure.
He shakes his head, his eyes widening. “God, no.” He leans in and presses a slow, soft kiss to my lips. “I knew I wanted you the day you threw your ice cream at me. It made me open my eyes in a way I hadn’t for a long time.”
My heart beats quicker. “No one’s ever said such a sweet thing to me,” I admit.
“It’s true, I feel like I was going through the paces until I met you.” He pulls back slightly but keeps our foreheads pressed together as his hands hold onto the sides of my face. “I was always high and just a little out of it. You stimulated me, made me wake up, and I love it.”