“How we got from a zombie wakin’ me up to me fucking a zombie, I’ll never know,” Silas said, amused.
If things did change between them, if he lost whatever affection he felt for her (although he doubted that would happen any time soon), Silas wasn’t so sure he would be able to tell her that. Despite her words, that she could handle losing what they had, he wasn’t so sure he believed it. He’d been the dependent one in a relationship before, knew how hard it was to let go — hell, he’d even realized his woman had been losing interest in him and he’d still clung on. “If it changes, you’ll probably know,” was what felt like a safe response. Better than admitting that he’d probably deny his changing feelings, if they did change. “But I like what we have.”
He shrugged and looked down at his hands. “It’s no biggie. I wasn’t gonna say anything ‘cause he hasn’t been gone that long and I figured you still wanted to have some of his shit around.” Another shrug. “So I went with it.”
It wasn’t a question Silas wanted to ask, but it had been eating at him for a while. If he was completely honest with himself, he might’ve said that the question would probably still eat at him. That maybe friends-with-benefits was all he’d ever get because he was the cheap replacement. He nodded when she gave her response. “I know you can’t help thinkin’ about him, but okay. I just had to know… that it’s me you’re seeing and not him.”
He inclined his head, giving her permission to ask him another question.