13. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

WYATT

“If you want to ask something babe, just do it. Staring at me like that gives me anxiety.” Jameson is currently peeling off rain-soaked clothes after we had to run from the parking lot into my apartment. We dropped Axel off fifteen minutes ago and are now stripping to share a much-needed warm shower. However, I can’t stop thinking about Reggie’s words.

Jameson sighs as he walks over to me by the sink. He helps me out of my shirt before pressing a kiss to my chest and then starts on my pants. It’s moments like this where he doesn’t speak, where Jameson just does , that I feel loved the same way when he holds me at night. By the time I’m under the steamy spray, the anxiety is gone and I just want to forget it ever happened.

“Fuck, I should have called-”

“I sent Gramps a message just before I came in here. All you need to do is relax and let me see your fist.” I begrudgingly let him take my hand in his, my back to the shower head as water cascades down my skin. Jameson is completely focused on my raw knuckles, although there’s barely any damage. I don’t even know why I let myself get worked up over that shit. We should have stayed. “Wyatt, I can hear you thinking. First off, your brother and I would have never worked. We are too similar and while I thought he made a great fraternity president, I never saw him as anything more than that. Second, if we had stayed, it wouldn’t have been comfortable for anyone. Your grandfather says he’s going to try and speak to Reggie but don’t hold your breath.”

Jameson grabs a cloth and dabs a little soap on my hand before gently beginning to wash it. “How are you so calm about this?” He doesn’t answer me but the tremor in his hands tells me everything. He’s pissed. As he should be. My brother, his best friend, just told us why he’s been a dick for so long. I decide to change the subject. “Did he tell you about the money?”

“No, and I don’t really care. He’s made some awful choices but this is one he’s going to have to figure out on his own. Wyatt, can we talk about anything other than your brother right now?” The pain in his voice makes me realize that he’s not dealing with this well. We’ve both seen how awful he was to Axel and then to me but he’s never been awful to Jameson.

Not that I can remember.

I hum my response as Jameson begins washing my entire body. He works slowly and thoroughly, dragging the washcloth over every scar and wound. A year ago, I might have been thrust back into the nightmares but his touch brings warmth and acceptance. He loves me as I am, scars and all. He’s not scared of my anger and he doesn’t run away when the nightmares surface.

“I love you, Jameson.”

Just four words but they mean the world to me.

Jameson meets my eyes as I walk him back into the tiled wall, my hands moving to cup his cheeks. Then I bend down to kiss him, both of us a soapy mess. I don’t care, though. “Tomorrow, we’re going on a date. Tonight, you’re going to fuck me.”

“I am?”

“Yes. In all of this chaos, I want to still celebrate what I have and who my boyfriend is. Jameson, I don’t care what Reggie thinks or says. You’re mine and I want to show you off.”

“I think I can get behind that.”

We both break into laughter as he drags me down for another kiss. “I love you too, Wyatt. More than anything. More than words.”