Page 131 of Something Like Winter

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Tim kept his cool as he walked Marcello to the door, but by the time

he headed up the stairs, he was shaking with fury. After all he had done

for Ryan, everything he had put up with, the bastard had the nerve to

screw around on him.

Tim barged into the bedroom, Ryan muttering a complaint and

pulling a pillow over his head. That was fine. Tim went to the walk-in closet, grabbed luggage from the back, and began filling it with Ryan’s clothes. When he returned to the bedroom, he tossed the luggage on the

bed and went to the drawers.

Now Ryan woke up. “What are you doing?”

“Throwing your ass out!”

“What? Why?”

“Because of Stephen!”

The daintiest of pauses preceded Ryan’s response. Tim never would

have caught it had Marcello not tipped him off. “What about Stephen?” Tim spun around. Ryan’s hair was sticking up, and even after all the

partying they had done over the last year, he still looked good. Tim

glared at him, his accusations silent until Ryan rolled his eyes. “It was an accident. We were high and drunk, and it just sort of

happened.”

“He looks just like you,” Tim spat. “You might as well have fucked a

hole in a mirror.”

“Yeah, I’ll give that a try next time,” Ryan shot back.

“Were you safe?”

Ryan climbed out of bed. “Just shut up and let me get a coffee,

okay?”

“Were. You. Safe?”

“I don’t know!”

Tim shook his head in disgust and turned to grab more socks and

underwear from the drawer. “Better figure out where you’re sleeping

tonight because you aren’t staying here.”

“I don’t have anywhere to go!”

“You should have thought of that before you let Stephen fuck you. I

can’t believe you weren’t safe! Do you know what he does for a living?” Tim felt a hand on his shoulder and went tense. When he turned

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