“I don’t want to get in the middle of you two…” Byron sighs, even though that’s literally exactly where he is. I reach over his chest, taking Lex’s hand in mine. “You’re not a wedge, love. You’ve been keeping us together.” “Good,” he yawns sleepily. “’Cause I’d rather kill myself than date either of you.” Lex snorts. “Plus… I’m totally straight.” I cackle, and Byron grins. “What?”
