“Lots of reasons. The chief one being you’re not gay. Paul, you’re straight, you like women. Vaginas, breasts. You’re not gay.”
“I’m as gay as I need to be,” Paul shot back. “You’re right, I’m not gay in the usual sense. But asSandy pointed out weeks ago, I’m in love with a person. A person that just happens to be a man. And trust me, I’ve thought about this, and thought and thought. I’d never launch this on you if I wasn’t totally sure.” Paul lifted each of Trevor’s hands and kissed the knuckles. “I know you’ve been hurtin the past and I promise I’ll do my level best never to do that. I’ll protect you from anyone who tries to hurt you.”
Trevor got to his feet. “I’m not some pathetic simpering damsel in distress that needs the protectionof a man. I’ve managed perfectly well these past few years without help. I like being alone. It’s healthy. It’s what I need. It’s—”