Mike leaned forward, his tone suddenly serious.
"Win…" he said slowly, "I'm asking you for real now. Did you guys… kiss? Or…" He hesitated, lowering his voice, "…did either of you use your hands? Or…" he leaned in closer, "sex?"
The words hung in the air like a heavy weight.
Win shot him a sharp look. "Why on earth would you think I'd have sex with King?"
Mike folded his arms. "Because you're not denying anything. You're dodging, which tells me… if I keep pressing, you'll eventually confess your feelings for him."
Win's eyes darkened, his voice low. "What are you talking about? King doesn't like me at all. He already has someone else in his mind. So stop talking nonsense."
Mike lifted his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine. I'll back off."
Silence fell for a moment, then Win shifted uncomfortably and glanced at him. "Can I ask you something, Mike?"
Mike tilted his head. "Shoot."
