Chapter 1-3
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They were all still seated at the table when I came out of the bathroom in my ratty bathrobe and headed to my bedroom to change. When I finally came out, they all just looked at me, like they were waiting for something. I looked at Keifer. Gazed at him, really. His face was bruised from where I punched him, the purple-blue of the bruise in stark contrast to the pale skin of his face and the white-blond hair on his head.
“I don’t know how I feel about this,” I said finally. “I’m not sure what to make of this. I’m... I don’t know. I just don’t know.”
He nodded and gazed back at me, his face open and calm, before he said, “I understand if you don’t want anything to do with me, Trevor. It was a seriously breech in trust. I can leave, if you want...”
“No,” I said quietly as I finally sat down. “Honestly, it’s just... gonna take me a little while. Get over the shock or something. I mean, I’ve thought for the past six months that you’ve... that you were...,” I hesitated, the words caught in my throat, “I thought you were sleeping with him.”
Keifer nodded, pale, but didn’t say anything.
“And I’m sorry I hit you,” I said. As soon as I said it, I knew I meant it, and I felt a wave of guilt. f**k. I had punched and manhandled Keifer for something he didn’t do. Sweet, sensitive Keifer. Damn, but I felt like the biggest ass on the face of the planet.
Of course he accepted my apology, and he even seemed grateful for my apology. Keifer didn’t hold grudges; it wasn’t in his nature. I sighed in the uncomfortable silence that followed, and suddenly Kyle and Ersan were on their feet, saying they had to go. Keifer followed shortly after. None of us had anything left to say.
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