Merlin, he only hoped he didn’t look as much a mess on the outside as he felt on the inside. He wanted so much from her, wanted to do so much to her, and yet it he found himself struggling to identify to pinpoint what that was. What were they? They were a mess: an unlikely pair that met in unlikely circumstances and developed an unlikely bond. It was a sort of intimacy that didn’t just happen to anyone. It was not the normal, run-of-the mill romantic love built on affection and attraction, but neither was it pure lust. It was deep—too deep. And yet, he wanted her.
“I don’t know,” he responded, because for once it was easier to be honest than to lie. He wasn’t sure what her other “attachment” was like. She’d said it wasn’t a courtship yet, but the mere implication that it wasn’t yet had him convinced that he was some regular guy. They’d talked about their futures once, and ironically enough he’d been the one who’s admitted to wanting to settle down. How could he have known that it was Fallon who was heading down that general direction? He could have laughed if not for the pain that fact brought him.
What he did know is anything that came from their mutual feelings was likely to be as unconventional as their current relationship. Lachlan had said he wanted to marry, but he couldn’t see himself courting her. Not in the traditional way. It made no sense; the motions of courtship existed to help a couple get to know each other, and Lach already knew too much about her. He didn’t know if she even wanted that, even. Just as disheartening, he knew he couldn’t function in a purely physical relationship. He wasn’t that type of person.
“But I know I want it. And I’m no good at sharing,” he admitted, staring into her brown eyes. It was not a purely lust-driven desire, either; he wanted to have her there, always by his side, and he couldn’t bear to think that she was taking comfort in another.
“I don’t know,” he responded, because for once it was easier to be honest than to lie. He wasn’t sure what her other “attachment” was like. She’d said it wasn’t a courtship yet, but the mere implication that it wasn’t yet had him convinced that he was some regular guy. They’d talked about their futures once, and ironically enough he’d been the one who’s admitted to wanting to settle down. How could he have known that it was Fallon who was heading down that general direction? He could have laughed if not for the pain that fact brought him.
What he did know is anything that came from their mutual feelings was likely to be as unconventional as their current relationship. Lachlan had said he wanted to marry, but he couldn’t see himself courting her. Not in the traditional way. It made no sense; the motions of courtship existed to help a couple get to know each other, and Lach already knew too much about her. He didn’t know if she even wanted that, even. Just as disheartening, he knew he couldn’t function in a purely physical relationship. He wasn’t that type of person.
“But I know I want it. And I’m no good at sharing,” he admitted, staring into her brown eyes. It was not a purely lust-driven desire, either; he wanted to have her there, always by his side, and he couldn’t bear to think that she was taking comfort in another.
— way too attractive set by mj <3 —