Page 52 of Split You Open

“Naw, I get it.”

“You do?”

Rhett hums sleepily as he blinks slowly. “Yeah. I was just thinking about her, too. I hope she slept well, she’s been having nightmares⁠—”

“Wait,” I prop my elbow up and place my head in my hand. “You were thinking about Blair? Like thinking about her, or just thinking about her?”

“What’s the difference?”

“You know what the difference is, Rhett!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Rhett pauses then adds. “I just… got to know her, that's all. Now I just can’t help but wonder how she’s handling everything now that we’re back.”

I narrow my eyes on him. “So you are thinking about her. You must like her then, huh?”

Rhett’s face scrunches up.

Is he embarrassed right now? Why?

Rhett groans. “Santi… are you really going to make me say it this early in the morning?”

Say it? As in…

“Ohmygod, do you love her, too?!” I shake my head. “Wait, how did you know that I love her?” I hold up a hand to stop him from answering even though he hasn’t even started to open his mouth yet. “No, no, go back to the last question—that second one is obvious—do you love Blair, Rhett?”

“Don’t make this a big deal, Santi.”

I bolt upright, gasping with delight at the sight of the tips of his ears turning pink.

“Are you blushing, mi amado?”

“I said don’t⁠—”

“Oh my god, you are and you do!”

I lean down and kiss him hard on the mouth. My spent cock twitches to life but I’m too thrilled by the news to be distracted by desire. Mi amado loves mi cariño!

“Does she know?” I ask, throwing the covers off me.

Rhett throws his arm over his eyes as he rolls onto his back. “We may have, ah, briefly and vaguely, exchanged words about it. We didn’t use that word but… ah, yeah…”

I gasp again. “Wait, ‘exchanged words’? Does that mean she said that she loves you, too?”

“Again, that word wasn’t used but the sentiment remains the same,” he says, his voice stinted with embarrassment.

Excitement explodes in my chest like fireworks.

“Are you…” Rhett hesitates before peeking out from under his arm. “You good with that?”

I throw my head back and laugh. “Hell-fucking-yeah, I’m ‘good with that’!”

Rhett smirks before covering his eyes again.

Oh, to be a fly on that wall when all this went down… I try to picture it. Who said it first? How did it come up? When did Rhett realize that he had feelings for Blair and vice versa? The questions pop up one after another in rapid succession as I consider all the wonderful scenarios.

I shake my head, knowing I could get lost in that train of thought if I don’t stop now.

“Are you sure it’s not Stockholm Syndrome? You guys were together a lot.” I climb over him and stumble off the bed. “Fuck it, if it is, I don’t care. This is wonderful.”