I was such an a**hole to him," he muttered, looking disgruntled.
"He could do so much better."
"That isn't your decision to make for him."
"Someone needs to make it."
"And you're volunteering because you love him, too."
My mouth curved.
"Don't you think that sounds ass- backwards?" "I don't love him enough."
All traces of levity were wiped from his face, leaving behind the wounded and lonely man I knew all too well.
"I can't be faithful like he wants.
Just him and me.
I like women.
Love them, actually.
I'd be cutting off half of who I am.
Just thinking about it makes me resent him."
"You fought too hard to accept yourself," I said softly, remembering that time with more than a little twinge of sadness.
"I totally understand and don't disagree, but have you tried talking to Trey about it?" "Yes, I talked to him about it.
He listened."
He rubbed his fingers over his brow.
"I get it, I do.
If he told me he wanted to bang some other guy while seeing me, it'd bother the f**k out of me."
"But not if it were a woman?" "No.
I don't know.
Shit."
His bloodshot green eyes pleaded with me.
"Would it make a difference to you if Cross were banging another man? Or just another woman?" The door opened and Gideon walked in.
I held his gaze when I said, "If Gideon's dick touched anything but his hand or me, we'd be over."
His brows rose.
"Well, then."
I smiled sweetly and winked.
"Hi, ace."