“We’re just brothers. Friends. It shouldn’t matter—” “Cut the bullshit, Jas. You know it matters. You know it does.” “You want me to turn down my husband’s advances?” “Yes,” I said without a moment’s pause. Fuck how insane it seemed, fuck the promises I’d made. I’d nearly been a witness to their indecency, and mad didn’t begin to cover how I felt about it.
