“And I love you, too,” Chris said, aware that he was breaking Scooter’s heart. “I’ll always love you. I’ll always remember what we had, but it’s over now, honey. Okay?”
“No,” Scooter said. He didn’t want the affair to be over, it couldn’t be over. It hadn’t been nearly enough.
Chris wiped the tear off Scooter’s cheek with his thumb and tasted it. He offered a smile; Scooter would have killed for that smile. “All right,” Chris said. “All right, Winston. I love you, you know I do, right? We can…I’ll get us a hotel. But we have to be careful, honey. And…”
Scooter agreed, he agreed to everything. Anything. Anything Chris wanted, if Chris just wouldn’t leave him, please.
Chris fucked him in the Motel Six and let Scooter drive home.
The next day, Chris brought his new boyfriend into Dockside and watched with the merciless eyes of a shark as Scooter fled back to his room to sob himself sick.
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