NASH'S POV:
I'm struggling to hold my temper in. I'm furious, shaking with fury. Have they all completely lost it?
I always thought I was the most sexually open. It's not like I've not had a threesome before. When it comes to sex, the way I see it, anything goes.
But this isn't about sex. Not really.
It's more than just sex.
I love her. I actually love her. I want more than just sex with her and if I want more, I have no intentions of sharing that more. It's mine. She's mine.
Mine to love. Mine to f*ck.
Mine.
"Are you f*cking insane?"
My voice is rising. I need to control myself, rein in my anger because the last thing I want to do is hurt Clover.
I see her flinch though. I've already hurt her.
"What else can we do?" Rigby asks.
"Rigs, tell me this," I demand, my arms folded in front of my chest, "how are you going to take this sh*t home to meet your mum?"