CHAPTER VIII

     (TRAPPED)

“Romantic love is mental illness. But it’s a pleasurable one.”

– Fran Lebowitz

     “YOU DID WHAT?”

     Clay almost gasped, closing his eyes and too late to cover his ears for the shriek that he never knew a trio of men could do, from his initial thoughts that only girls would jitter for something in between. 

     “Wait.” Kean pause raising his hand into a stop, thinking for the perfect word to add and counterpart those words from Clay. He took a deep breath, surprised not from the news that just dropped in front of them, but to compose himself, avoiding any signs nor a bit for Clay to notice the uncanny plan they are cooking from the start. “You’re saying that you had sex last night.” Confirming, yet not as he’s buying time for the two to focus. With Ian as the threat to be sli