My Brother's Girl

22| The Bet

"What do you mean 'no sex'?"

I turned towards Wyatt as he drove us back to the lake house. "I mean no sex."

"But we have amazing sex," he said; stating the obvious.

I giggled at that. Yes, we did have amazing sex. But I think it would be in both of our best interests if we kept our clothes on. "Very true. But I think we should wait. I need to talk to Logan first."

Wyatt got quiet when I mentioned his brother's name. It's been two days since the night in the pool when Wyatt said he wanted to fight for me. Hearing those words made me so happy. But they also terrified me.

I trusted Wyatt more than anyone. But I was still hurt over what happened four years ago. Not only that, but Wyatt still hasn't said that he loved me back. I've said it to him more than once since that night we took a walk in the woods. I could guess by the way he's been acting and the fact that he wants to fight for me that he loved me too, but how do I know for sure if he doesn't tell me?

Is it because he's afraid of what he feels? Is it because of his brother? There are so many questions and no answers. And I can't ask him if he loves me or not. Wyatt knew I loved him. I told him that 4 years ago and he shot me down. He needs to stop being scared and step up. He needs to tell me how he feels on his own.

But first, I needed to deal with Logan. I knew when I read those text messages that something was probably going on. The way I found out for sure was when I was in his room yesterday snooping. That's when I found the box of condoms with quite a few missing.

Even though I was furious and hurt that he was sleeping with someone else, it didn't make it right for me to do the same. So, before anything else happened between me and Wyatt, if anything else was going to happen, I needed to talk to him first.

"Do you know what you're going to say?" Wyatt asked as he kept his eyes on the road. I knew guilt weighed heavily on him. After all, he and Logan were very close.

"No. I feel like something's off about this whole thing.

His expression changed and he flashed me an amused smile. "What about touching?"

I roller my eyes. I knew what he meant by touching; and any touching from him wasn't going to end there. "No touching."

"Kissing?"

He was incorrigible. I sighed and felt my cheeks heat. "Hmm. Maybe kissing."

His smile widened and he reached over to rest his hand on my thigh. "I'll take it."

As I studied his expression in that moment, I couldn't believe how happy he looked. I've noticed that more and more ever since the night we got together. He looked at me differently. In a good way. Whenever I walked by, I would always feel his gaze on me. Sometimes I could tell by the way he expression that he was remembering us together. It made me excited, too.

But I still wondered... "Wyatt, can I ask you something? It might make you feel a little...uncomfortable."

He snorted as he glanced in the rearview mirror. "Nothing you ask me will ever make me feel uncomfortable, Lia."

I looked down at our joined hands and absolutely traced circles on his skin. "Well, I was wondering..." I trailed off when I was unable to get the rest of my sentence out.

Wyatt exhaled a heavy sigh. "Oh, that," he said softly. I wasn't surprised he knew what I was trying to ask. "I'll tell you the complete truth. Do I feel guilty because Logan is my brother and I slept with his fiance? Yes, of course I do. Do I feel guilty because I slept with you? No."