Eyes were on us. I knew it was him.
Pulling away from the group, I said, "We have to go."
I turned away as Jensen gave Xavier a quick kiss on the cheek and whispered something in his ear. Xavier's whole body sagged. He looked up to Jensen and I saw the loss, the pain. Both of them mirrored each other's feelings.
"Jensen, maybe on your next day off you can come to my house for a while?"
He smiled. "I would love it." He turned to Xavier. "If that's okay with you?" Xavier nodded.
Jensen stepped closer to me and whispered out of Ty's hearing range. "Thank you, Leila. If my mistress had seen or heard about this, about the way I am, then she would kill me."
My eyes widened, appalled by the thought and with how blunt he was about it. How could she take away the chance for Jensen to be who he was meant to be? To love who he wanted. We were in the twenty-first century, for God's sake. It was time someone told her that.