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He thought he could put me in the guest room out of sight and out of mind. I thought the fuck not. Benito would think about me every second of every day. I would burrow so deep into the man’s psyche that he would start believing we were one and the same.
If anyone could hear, they wouldn’t know if we were fucking or fighting.
I could fall for that smile. Fall? For Benito? Seriously, have I sustained a brain injury?
“I know what you are.”
“Are you happy to see me, or is that a gun?” “Both.”
I was in love with Harlow Hayashi. Yes, he was everything I hated, everything I wanted to strangle on a good day, but he was mine. I’d fallen for the small bits of him, the ones other people had never and would never get to see.
“Fuck, I love him.”
“Your eyes are so beautiful,” he mumbled. “I can’t wait to stare into them for the rest of our lives.”
“You’re going to be mine forever. There is no end date. Even in death, it’s me and you.”
“I’m just shocked they’re both with guys. I guess you are, too, now.” “Yeah. After the mothers you chose for us, I’m thinking it was the trauma.”
“Gay!” Giancarlo yelled.
