In Need of a Muse |18+| Book One✔

Chapter 30

Noah

"You've got to tell her man."

"I can't do that. She'll freak out and run for the hills."

"How do you know?" Dane asks cockily, thinking he knows better now that he's in a relationship – the second relationship of his life.

"I just fucking do, alright?" I snap.

"No need to get all snappy and shit with me. It's not my fault I'm right," he smiles smugly.

"What are you right about?"

"That you don't know if she'll go running for the hills. I've seen the way she looks at you, and I've seen the way you look at her. She won't run."

How does she look at me? I've seen the lust in her brown eyes, her dilated pupils masking the brown. I've seen the desire as those same eyes drink me in hungrily, begging me to fuck her but I've never seen love shining in them.

Somehow putting Timay and love in the same sentence doesn't work. I've seen every other emotion in her but love.

No fucking way.

"I think I know her better than you."

He is right – something I won't be admitting out loud – I don't know if Timay will freak out. I don't know how she will react when – if – I tell her my plans.

One could hope that she wouldn't but the uncertainty that is Timay Hues, anything is possible.

Over the months that I've spent with her, things have changed drastically. I couldn't stand the thought of befriending a woman, much less becoming friends with benefits. But all that happened.

I've gotten to know her and let's just say, once her manuscript is done. I don't want to up and leave and continue living my life in New York the way I used to.

I've gotten used to having her in my life on a day-to-day basis and for months it's been like that. How do I go back to my fuckery ways after everything that's happened?

How do we end whatever it is we have going when it comes so naturally to me?

What the fuck is happening to me?

"How long have you known?" Dane asks curiously.

"Thanksgiving. But I never thought about it again until New Year's. Man, I tried to fight it, fuck!" I run my hand aggressively through my hair. "Yesterday by the diner brought all those emotions back up again and I can't squash the shit down. Not this time," I sigh with frustration.

"I warned you and Timay about this. I was right, yet again. I'm on a roll," he guffaws, and I have a strong urge to punch his face – clearly Timay is wearing off on me.

"Shut the fuck up," a car honks outside and Dane peeks through the window.

"My chariot awaits," he wiggles his brows. "Can't wait to travel the world with her," he says excitedly, lovingly. Halfway out the door, he looks back at me, smug smile in place and I know I'm not gonna like whatever comes out of his mouth. "Truth hurts, doesn't it?" He closes the door behind him hurriedly, his laughter fading the further away he gets.

What fucking truth?

Damn idiot, nothing I don't already know. I came to the realization about my feelings on my own. I knew I was screwed the moment adorable entered my vocabulary while describing a woman. I was in denial but now, I think I might be in acceptance.