“What the fuck?” he asked. “Are you purposely being a douchebag to hurt that man?”
Corbin opened his mouth.
So Gene warned him.
“If you offer up a pathetic excuse why you think it’s okay to run him through the wringer, I’m slapping the stupid out of you. I’m at my limit for nonsense, Corbin, and that’s why we took a vacation so I could come back less bitch-slappy!”
Corbin sputtered, and said the stupidest thing he possibly could.
“I don’t think our sex life is your concern!”
He stood his ground.
“It is when you’re about to destroy the best thing in your life for being an idiot, and I’m going to have to do damage control and fix the mess! You’re asking a lot of him, and he’s giving you all he has,” Gene said. “You cut off the man’s sex life, and now, you’re going to crucify him because he had one before you?”
Corbin was to the point.
“I tried to let him go. I told him this wouldn’t be easy, and that he should move on. Everyone worked against me and talked him into staying.”
Gene stared at him and took a deep breath. He was trying to be patient.
Oh, but Corbin would go from good to turmoil with the flip of a coin.
Lordy, but this man could test the patience of a saint. That was for damn sure.
It was a damn good thing he had been in a good mood before this Corbin meltdown.
Never let it be said that Corbin didn’t need to be doing therapy. He absolutely did.
Now, he was questioning if he should be given his gun back and allowed to help him and Ethan when they got back toPhilly.
Because this was pure, raw anger, and it was pointed at the wrong person.
“So, now, we’re the bad guys for helping you keep your relationship intact? Do you hear what you’re saying? You’re now pissed at us over sex. Corbin. Man. Come on!”
He was bright red.
“It’s not easy for me. Do you think I want to feel like a eunuch?” he asked. “My whole sexual being has been ripped out of me. Yeah, I want to know what my boyfriend was like in bed, when he was with others, because he never was like that with me. I deserve to know what’s wrong withME!”
And that was the wrong answer.
Because he needed to cool off, Gene shoved him backward into the surf, and the man fell into the waves. He came up sputtering.
“What the fuck?” he asked.
Gene pulled him up with very little effort, and shook him a little for good measure.
“Just now, you needed a hard reset, Corbin. Now, for the rest. The man loves you, and he’s willingly not having sex at all, even if it means for the rest of his life. He’s a saint. The man has gone four weeks without you even touching him.”
Did Gene forget what he’d been through?
“I was assaulted. I can’t.”
Gene stopped that.
Then.
And.
