Paul never confronted anything. He never reacted.

    Marc stroked my hair as we laid on his bed under the dim lamplight.

    "What are you thinking about?"

    "I don't know. Us, you, me, my boyfriendŠ"

    Marc nuzzled my neck. Instantly, my skin warmed to his touch.

    "You know I don't care about him," he whispered into my ear.