RIN
I must be bored if I am willing to go in with this game, or it's my winning streak in control.
At this point, I am not sure which is running the show.
But confronting Blaine about this will make me appear weak, so I don't. "Did he fuck you then?" I ask him, and he blanches, not at all expecting me to be so crass.
"I heard the whine loud and clear, so I hope I didn't hog him when it was your play time."
I turn to look at Michael, whose gaze is heated, as if my asserting my dominance is such a turn-on for him. God, does he never get to play like this?
"Blaine, I think your apology has been accepted," he finally glances at Blaine, who nods, gulping.
"I won't interfere again; you two can court as much as you want."
"Wow, Michael," I chuckle softly, my gaze anything but. "You have been given permission now." I look at Blaine, not even attempting to veil my distaste in his little charade.
