How could I not be angry? What sane man would feel rational at that heart-mutilating scene? I screamed, “You’re right, it’s not good! What are you two doing here?”
I watch Gray search for a reply. Was he searching for the truth, or for a lie? He was giving me a helpless look even while I could see a reality check flash through his eyes. Perhaps he understood for the first time how he was hurting me. Maybe he realized that he was almost drunk and almost naked, and with Toby instead of me. Had a rational thought finally surfaced between his temples, making him realize that his drinking-and-underwear party for two was completely unacceptable? I could hear him sobering up as he said, “Nothing’s happening here, honestly.”
“You two are practically naked! It looks like you’re ready to fuck! Jesus Christ, Gray! Do you think I’m fucking stupid?”
“Dixon,” he whispered, looking shocked, “believe me, we’re just talking.”