With my dad, who I called every week, even though he made no effort to call me.
With my online besties, who knew I was always down for a Facebook Messenger therapy session or a TikTok rant.
With my friends from high school, who hadn’t made any effort to stay in contact or even answer my messages when Lizzy stopped being the one to set things up between us.
With… everything.
And everyone.
It was just a fact of life; I was the overthinker, and the overfeeler. Hell, probably the oversharer, too.
So what did it mean if Dax was already in love with me, and I had no idea what label to put on my feelings for him?
My back pressed against the door, and I stared desperately up at the ceiling, as if it would have answers for me. As if it knew what I needed to say or do to fix things between me and Dax.
Because he loved me more.
He had been obsessed with me before either of us knew we were mates.
He was a really damned good man… and I was starting to think I probably didn’t deserve him.
And of course, he knocked on the door a moment later.
“Can we talk, Sabrina?” His voice was a hell of a lot calmer than mine would’ve been if I were in his situation.
I swallowed roughly, not answering right away.
What was I supposed to say?
Shit, I had landed myself in a really crappy situation.
“You don’t need to say you love me. I know it’s early—it’s way too fast for you to have those feelings for me already. I know you didn’t feel the same draw to me that I felt toward you.”
My eyes stung.
Was that because of my damned magic blood too?
“It just slipped out, alright? I love you—I’ve loved you since I stared at you in that hospital and knew that the damned universe had given me everything I could possibly want, and was considering taking it away. But that doesn’t mean I expect you to feel the same way; love takes time.”
Damn this man.
What the hell was I supposed to say to that? To any of it?
“Let’s just pretend this didn’t happen, alright? I’ll go into the kitchen and order food, you can grab some clothes and change the sheets. It doesn’t need to be weird between us, Sabrina.”
It already was though, wasn’t it?
“Okay,” I whispered, closing my eyes and tilting my head further against the door.
I was so screwed.
Daxand I tiptoed around each other while we got dressed, changed the sheets, cleaned a couple of different parts of the house that needed some disinfecting after our wild week, and then collapsed into bed with our food after it got there. Neither of us said much, or tried to bring up the awkward topic.
After we ate, we both crashed quickly, needing the sleep.