“We’re in a relationship?” “Oh, well. Uh, I guess I shouldn’t have assumed. Just because we messed around doesn’t mean you want to actually be with me, I guess. And the whole me already having four boyfriends probably makes this—” Wesley’s finger comes to my lips, silencing me immediately as he speaks softly. “I already told you. I want you, little one. I just didn’t know if you wanted me too after…everything.”
