Ash's POV
I kept pacing the room, my chest was tight, as Dominic sat there watching me like he was trying to piece me back together with just his eyes.
"Rivera, it's just Marcus," he said gently. "It could've been anyone. Isn't he your best friend? You'll talk it out with him. I don't want you worrying about this."
"You don't understand," I snapped, dragging my hands through my hair.
"Then make me understand." His voice was calm. Then he tilted his head, like he was bracing himself. "Wait… does he not know you're not straight?"
I laughed bitterly. "It's not even just that. Marcus doesn't know I'm gay, but…" My throat tightened. "I don't know if he'd accept the fact that it was with you."
That stopped him.
"Me? What does I have to do with this?"
"Dominic…" I forced myself to meet his eyes.
I hesitated, but I had to be honest. "Marcus hates you."
I watched it land. His expression cracked.
