The One I Rejected
Language: en
After the first time we slept together, my boyfriend laughed coldly. "You never expected this, did you? I'm the scum you rejected back in high school." "How does it feel to have your first time taken by trash?" Staring at Wyatt’s face—the bleached hair now dyed black, the ear piercings healed—I could vaguely see the look of humiliation and rage from years ago when I rejected his confession. I looked at him with relief. "You really are brothers. Your brother said the exact same thing." "He's in the closet. Let's invite him out, shall we?"