The dude looks at me and shakes his head. “No,” he answers reluctantly.
“Good. So if I ask you what your intentions are with Lucas, you can answer me.”
Oh, I’m getting on his nerves, I can see. I don’t care. If only he knew how pissed off I am in the moment.
“I don’t think it’s your business anymore. Am I wrong?”
And how the hell does he know that? Well, maybe that’s what they were talking about in sign language before. Or maybe Lucas told him about me…who knows what he told him?
“Everything about Lucas is my business, especially if there’s some guy who wants to fuck him.”
“Just because you don’t sleep with him anymore doesn’t mean somebody else can’t do it.”
“I’m sorry, but I have to disagree.”
“And what gives you the right to do it?”
“I love him. I care for him.”
“But you let him go, so why do you give a shit if I flirt with him?”