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“What was that for?” Cole asked, eyeing us suspiciously.
“I told him you’d be the first one to ask,” I replied with a smirk.
Cole balked at me, but had zero defense because his ass knew it was true.
“And I told him you had more sense than that,” Leander added sympathetically.
“Cole? Sense?” Olivia snorted.
Cole gaped at her, looking wounded.
“Wishful thinking,” Elijah added with a laugh.
“What is this? Pick on Cole night?” Cole threw his napkin on the table and pushed his chair out. “Fuck you guys. I’m getting dessert.”
“We haven’t even had dinner yet!” Olivia yelled after him.
“I don’t care! I’m eating my feelings!”
Leander chuckled quietly, lacing his fingers through mine again. The smile didn’t reach his eyes, though.
* * *
“You look troubled,”I said, dragging my finger in small circles on Leander’s bare shoulder blade.
He shifted his cheek against my chest, further obscuring my limited view of his face. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s something.” My fingers continued to skim across his skin, up and down his back in random patterns. Other than playing with his hair or threatening him with bodily harm, it was one of the easiest ways to get him to relax and actually open up. “Tell me.”
“Cole.”
My hand stopped abruptly. I knew I made a face, not that he could see it from his position. That was the last thing I expected him to say. “What about him?”
“You were right.”
“I usually am. What this time?”
Rolling away, he settled onto his back and glared up at the ornate plaster ceiling. His brow was creased and his jaw tight, prompting me to drop the sarcasm.
Shifting onto my side so I could face him, I kissed my way up the side of his arm to his shoulder. “What is it, my love?”
“Our relationship’s not like that.”
Now I was really confused. I propped myself on an elbow, furrowing my brows at him. “Like what?”
“Where I’m the man and you’re the…” He gestured helplessly in the air, way more distraught than he needed to be over a dumb question.
“The chick?” I laughed and scooted closer, nuzzling his neck. “I don’t give a fuck what Cole thinks. The only person I’m concerned with is right here.”
“But it’s not true. You’re not. In many ways I’d even say you’re more masculine than I am.”
“We never answered him, so who cares?” I pulled back with a frown, studying his profile. “Unless you’re worried they think it’s you?” The whole masculine/feminine debate wasn’t exactly something I wanted to get into at the moment, but I knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep until we’d dissected every part of our relationship, comparing it to the ridiculous social constructs that meant absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things.
“It’s not that... You know I don’t need their approval.”
“Then what is it?”
“I haven’t quite figured you out.”
