“We don’t have to stop pretending. I love you.”
Anton forced Mason to meet his eyes. “But what about Miguel?”
“I don’t love Miguel. I always thought if I stayed with him long enough, I would. He’s the type of guy I should love.”
“And I am not.”
Mason smiled a little. “You’re the type I never expected to love. You blindsided me.”
Anton brushed his thumb over Mason’s swollen lower lip. “As you did, me. I thought indulging the fantasy today would be enough for me to try and make sense everything, but I think it’s only made it worse.”
“But, Anton, I’m not…am I really what you want?”
“Because of Pedra?” When Anton shook his head, sadness replaced some of the fire burning behind his eyes. “She’s never completely accepted who I am, though that’s my fault as much as it is hers. But I think that if your positions were reversed, you wouldn’t be quite as…closed-minded as she has been.”