That beautiful, teasing smile fades, replaced with shock and confusion. A curl of something angry and mean.
“You’re shitting me, right?”
He sits up abruptly, and I have to look away. The way his eyes have dimmed, the way he looks broken. I can’t stand it.
“I’m not.”
Then he’s shoving me off him and standing on shaking legs. I see my cum slide out of him, and I know he feels it, the drag against hisskin. He grunts at the feeling, using a discarded shirt on the ground to wipe it off.
He’s never done that before.
He’s scrubbing me from his existence already.
“What the fuck, Whit?” he finally bursts out.
I meet his broken gaze.
“I’m sorry, Caleb.”
“You were cheating on your fiancé with me?” He runs a hand through his hair, looking hysterical. “Oh fuck. This is so bad.”
I sit on the edge of the bed and pull a sheet over me, feeling far too naked for this.
“Who is he?” he asks, thrusting his legs into his boxers.
“It’s not a man.”
“You’re shitting me.”
“It’s a woman.”
He laughs angrily, the sound so unlike him. I never want to hear that again.
“Stop fucking with me.”
“I’m not.”
His hands go into his hair, and he tugs roughly.
“Are you for reals right now? What is this shitshow, Whit? Why the hell are you engaged to a woman? You’re gay!”
“It’s all a formality. It means nothing.”
“Is that who you’ve been texting?” he asks, his voice cold.
“Yes, we’re getting married in May.”
“In May?” He’s shouting now, the sound bouncing off the hollow walls of my heart. “That’s in like 5 months, Whit. What were you going to do? Fuck me until you were headed down the aisle?”
I bite down on my bottom lip to keep myself from falling apart.
“I didn’t know what I was doing with you. I…I don’t want to do this. To get married to her.”
He’s pacing now. “Then don’t do it, for fuck’s sake.”
My tears are flowing freely now, unable to stop them.
“I can’t. I have so much riding on this.”
