Chapter 14

Fixed to the mattress, pinned underneath him, I clarify, “I could never hate you, Dayton.”

“You know about Block, though. You have every right to hate me.”

For the first time this morning, I realize it’s raining outside. Thunder is heard in the distance as rain blows in through the open windows. Its plip-plopping sound against the Cape Cod is music to my ears; soothing and perfectly quaint. The August storm only adds to the moment, offering enjoyment, and relaxation to our post-sex moment.

In response to his comment, I say, “We all have different desires. Block appeals to you. I certainly can’t object to that.”

He releases his joint from my stinging ass, climbs off me, tosses the used condom to the floor, and lays panting at my side, looking up at the ceiling. “I like both of you,” he confesses.

“Do you love him?”

“I don’t love either of you. I know it sounds cold, but it’s the truth.”