“He’s someone you could be with, you know,” I said. “If you both wanted to.” Hours before, Cam had sat in the chair Mark was messing with, eyes jumping all over my room like he was seeing ghosts. He’d been nervous and ashamed and apologetic, talking about how confused he’d been about his sexuality, how he’d wanted Mark. And me. Others. I was supposed to be sympathetic. I tried. But I could tell he knew I was just going through the motions. All I kept thinking about was Mark, how he’d react, wondering if Cam being back would somehow make him angry at me all over again. Mark licked his lips.
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