Win lowered his lips to King's ear, his voice rough, slurred only slightly from alcohol. "King… I need you tonight."
King's chest constricted. He pretended not to hear him, keeping his eyes on the ceiling as if nothing had been said. In his mind, he knew this had to stop. Whatever happened between them that other night should never have continued. There's no relationship between us, he reminded himself. It's better if everything ends here.
Especially now, when he was beginning to feel something real for Carlos. Continuing this would only make things unfair.
Still, deep down, he understood. Win only wants to do this with me so he won't go to someone else. It's not love. It's control. King swallowed the lump in his throat. He's not even sure what he feels. Win isn't gay; he only crosses this line to keep me from walking away.
