Chapter 5

“Do I?” Only five minutes ago Parrish had considered that smile the be-all and end-all of his world, the epitome of sexy. God, he felt like such a fool. “I guess we’re through.”

“Why would you think that? This doesn’t mean anything.”

“To you, maybe. But to me?” How could this happen again? Was there something wrong with him—that his boyfriends had no problem cheating on him because it didn’t mean anything? And how would that sophomore react to learn he meant nothing to Marty?

“You’re breaking up with me?” How could Marty look surprised? “You can’t…Come on, babe.”

God, he was so disappointed. He’d built up such dreams…

Marty must have realized Parrish was serious when he said they were through, because he lost that coy expression, replacing it with a stark, uncaring look. “Y’know what? We’re done. I was gonna break up with you today anyway.” He sneered at him. “You’re not worth spending Christmas with.”

“No, I guess not.” Parrish turned away.