“How many people have you been with since me?” I ask. He pauses. “I don’t know. A lot.” “How many of them were guys?” Another pause, and then he turns his head to look at me. “None.” Hope swirls in my chest. “Yeah, baby,” he says, answering my unspoken question. “You’re still the only guy I’ve ever been with. Not for lack of trying. Trust me. I fucking tried.” I swallow. “What happened?” “They weren’t you,” he says as he walks out.
