Chapter 17
Only he’s not yours,I think, but it doesn’t curb the anger flooding through me, it doesn’t take the bitter taste out of my mouth. I’m going to be sick, watching him with another man—that first night, with Rudy? I thought I was trespassing, I was the voyeur, the interloper, the one who didn’t belong. But now, watching Jeffrey touch him, watching that dark hand disappear in the tufts of hair at Bradley’s crotch, watching his lips suck along those hard muscles, I’m the one who feels violated, like I did when I found John with Sean—I’mthe one who’s offended.
So go down there and do something about it