“I know,” Ian lowered his eyes to hide the tears that sprang up at Justin’s name. “But that doesn’t change anything.” He studied the words that swam on the paper gripped between his fingers. He frowned. He swallowed. He blinked hard and focused his eyes.
Finally he lifted his gaze. “Aubrey, you offend me with your lack of respect for me and my life. Madison, you’re a slut and a user and you disgust me. I would appreciate if the both of you would get out of my home. This is not a request.”
He walked back to the door, clenching paper that suddenly seemed to burn in his palm. He could feel his blood picking up endorphins as he reached for the knob, a little here, a little there, and his heart started to beat in a way that would have been frightening if it hadn’t felt so thrilling.
“You’re making a mistake,” Madison warned, stopping to shove his feet back into his boots.