“Now you can say you didn’t have a choice.” He made himself lift off Daniel. That loss. Fuck. He stifled a moan. “You can stay loyal to her,” he whispered. “While you continue to blame me for what you’re wanting. What you’re needing.” Forehead pressed to Daniel’s, Stavros told him, “Put it all on me—” His voice cracked. “I’ll take the blame for the both of us.” It was the least he could do. The only thing he could do.
That’s kind of sweet, in a sick sort of way….
