“Were you a choir boy?” I tease. He doesn’t return my smile. “Yes. And I did all the church plays, church bands, church youth groups. I spent every moment not in class or out on the ice being brainwashed into thinking everything I am, everything I want, everything I feel…it’s a fucking sin. I lived in a cage of hate and fear, Rachel, rattling at the bars like a starved fucking animal.” My heart drops and I reach out a hand, cupping his cheek. “Oh…Cay.” “I hated myself for so fucking long,” he says, unveiling his own dark devil. “And then I hated them for putting the doubt in my head, for
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