Rest Now: A Wilford Warfstache X Reader (Complete)

Chapter Five

(Y/N) Point of View:

   After Wilford left, I quickly put my shirt on and held back tears. "He didn't want to hurt me," I told myself. "It was only an accident. Only an accident," I slapped a hand to my cheek and stared at the door. "He didn't want to hurt me..." I breathed out shakily, then opened the door. "Wilford?"

   "Dining room," he called.

   I went to the dinning room. Wilford was sitting back in his seat, looking on the computer, a blush on his cheeks. "Sorry about that," he mumbled.

   I blushed as well. "I-It's fine."

   I stood there awkwardly, playing with the edge of my pajama shirt. "So, um..."

   "No... Is that it?" he mumbled, narrowing his eyes.

   I scooted closer to the computer. "What is it?"

   He closed the tab quickly and turned to me, face red-er than before. "It's nothing. Just thinking out loud. I'm going to make dinner," he stood and went to the kitchen.

   I frowned, then got on the computer. I pulled up the history, and my eyes widened. 'What is love?' was the last search. I glanced at Wilford, then back, face burning. No. That makes no sense... I'm thinking too hard about this...
  
   Could Wilford love me?