“Why?” I grit out “I’m not gay, we’re not together, I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
Matthew looked as if I’d physically punched him. Gaping, he choked “you fucking- you- we fuck at least once a week, how the fuck do you define that as not being gay? You said we were cool, you weresnugglingwith me, for fucks sake!It’s like I’m always going in bloody circles with you!”
I flinched. I hated that word. I wasn’tgay, I just enjoyed Matt more than the chicks I hooked up with. I wasn’t gay. I absolutely wasn’t.
“I’m done with this.” Matthew growled after I had stayed silent for a whole minute, lost for words.
“Don’t…you can’t…I’m done.”
“Matt-“ I tried, but he’d already stormed out of the pub. Great. Fucking great.
Stryker appeared as if out of nowhere, brows furrowed “that looked bad. You’ve been arguing a lot lately.”
I found myself bristling “you argue with Jack.”
It was true. There’d been a shit load of shouting matches going on between the two since the news of Raven’s pregnancy and Stryker’s dad’s death.
“Yeah.” Stryker replied slowly, raising an eyebrow “but you and Matt seemed to have gotten over that arguing phase from the start.”
Wehad. I was just an indecisive, insecure asshole.
Rather than admitting as such I stayed silent.
“You…” Stryker trailed off, swallowing hesitantly “ever considered that you might like both?”
I scowled instantly “what?”
“Theo, if you like both cock and pussy I really don’t give a shit, you know that, right? Hell, I don’t give a shit if you like cock full stop,”
“I- I don’t like cock, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!”
“Just Matthew’s, then?”
I fell silent again.Yeah, that sounded about right.
Stryker sighed softly. I noticed that he looked exhausted- there were dark bags under his eyes, his shoulders sagged slightly as if there were a weight on them, and his cheek bones were seeming more prominent lately too.
“Fine.” Stryker muttered “I- I don’t care.”
“You’re arguing with Jack all the time.” I repeated, slowly this time, trying to figure him out “about what?”
“Stuff.” He grumbled “he’s…worried.”
“Yeah, you look sick, S.”
Stryker snorted softly “he doesn’t want to leave me and go on the side mission.Says I’m...in a bad place. He can’t just tell John-“
“Try him.” I laughed “he’s right,”
With a huff, Stryker shook his head “whatever.”
“Stryker.” I murmured “you have been eating, right?” Hehadn’t. He hadn’t been atone single meal.
Stryker cringed.My eyes narrowed in concern. “Enough.” He replied eventually, shaking his head “listen, can you just…clear things up with Matt? You know it’s not fair on him, right?”
I bit my lip hard “I know.” I admitted quietly.
“I was fucking OctaviaandRaven, y’know?” Stryker forced a smile “Raven for a long while, Octavia more recent. It’s notright. It’s notfair.I’ve stopped since Raven got pregnant, obviously, but…just saying, I kind of get what you’re thinking but the other person isn’t gonna appreciate it.”
