“Tell me, would you have done anything differently if it were April?” I bit out. “If she’d been mine first? Would it have stopped you, or would you have taken whatever scraps she deigned to offer and be fucking thankful for it? Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t have lied and betrayed every single person in your life for a single night with her. Knowing you might never get another.” He didn’t need to answer. The violent thrumming of his jaw was enough. “Think less of me if you must, but don’t ask me to stop because I won’t.”
