Page 176 of Dance of Defiance
That’s my breaking point.
I could tell myself this is no different than the hundreds of three-ways I’ve had before—just another night of carefree, purely physical fun.
But that would be a lie, and the second she fucking touches him like that, the lie collapses like crumbling sand.
Fuck this.
I’m done.
“Hey—what’s he doing?!”
I ignore her whiny voice as I stand from the couch and storm over to where I left my clothes. I yank on my pants and shoes, grab my shirt.
Then I’m gone.
It’s raining when I get outside, pulling my shirt on and shoving a cigarette into my mouth. Headlights and horns wash over me as pedestrians rush through the deluge to get somewhere dry.
The lighter sputters in the rain a few times before I duck into an alcove in the alley next to Roman’s building and finally get the cigarette lit.
My eyes are manic as I suck heavily on the smoke, filling my lungs with hatred and pain.
I’m fucking shaking when I exhale.
What the fuck am I feeling right now?
“Hey!!”
I turn to see Roman storming out the front door of his building, a confused, angry look on his face as he tugs a t-shirt down over his bare chest.
I ignore him, stepping from the alcove and leaning against the wall as I take another drag, rain falling over me and soaking my clothes.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Roman spits as he barrels down the alley before coming to a stop in front of me.
“Smoking.”
“I mean…why the fuck did you justleave?—”
“Fuck you.”
My eyes slide to his, watching as they narrow on me. “What the fuck is your prob?—”
“YOU ARE, motherfucker!!” I roar, scaring a pedestrian as he rushes past. I push off the wall, venom in my veins as I jam a finger against Roman's chest. “YOUare my fucking problem!” I snarl.
His eyes widen with fear and something I can’t identify as they dart over my face.
“I—”
“You’rewith me, then you’re not!” I roar. “You’re hot, then cold. You’re confused, and confused, and fuckingconfused?—”
“Val, I’m not gay?—”
My cold laugh cuts like a blade through the air.
“You keep fucking saying that, like a goddamn broken record!! And holyChrist, am I sick of that song!!” I scream, jabbing him in the chest again.
He shivers, his throat working overtime, his eyes wide and terrified.
“I—Ican’t—” he finally stammers, mumbling, his mouth opening and closing without any words coming out as the rain sheets over us. “Val…”
