Confession

Bennett's POV

Wilson is an odd guy. He never says what he wants to say. Anyone who watched him would be able to tell. That moment of hesitation where his eyes grow fierce- what he's thinking then, that's what he wants to say. But then split second later, he relaxes and says the thing that will keep the peace. His control is impeccable.

But I want to hear what he wants to say. I don't want to see him biting something back for my sake. For my mother's sake.

"Damn it, Wilson. What did I just say? I don't care what you think you should do. Tell me what you want. You have to tell me what you want. You have to let me know I'm not on my own with this."

Anxious. That's how I felt. It wasn't familiar to be the one doing the chasing. Women usually chased me. Now I realized just how scary it was. I knew I should've been cautious like Wilson was being, but what the future held didn't matter to me right now. I didn't care. Come what may. I just wanted him to tell me how he felt. I just wanted to k