Page 7 of Glass Jawed
“You didn’t just cheat, Tim. You’vehumiliatedme.”
He turns slightly, his eyes dragging toward the bed. Toward the mess. Towardme.
“Christ...” His voice shakes. “Why is this homewrecking slut still here?Get out!”
Tim’s voice cracks. “Don’t call her that—she didn’t know. She asked. I told her I was single.”
He turns to me then, watching me as I scramble to find my clothes.
“Listen... hey. Can you... just leave?”
My eyes are uncharacteristically dry. So is my throat.
“I...” I croak. “I’m... yeah. Just...”
I get halfway up and pitifully crawl toward my cargo pants like I’m moving through sludge.
“Lucian, I’m sorry,” Tim begs, voice shaking. “This was stupid. I was scared. I know I’m not bi. I didn’t even... I couldn’t even get hard without thinking of you.”
My heart cracks.
The signs. I should’ve seen them.
Tim’s pinched face. His hesitation. His detachment.
Shit.
I really was just a stupid hole to experiment with.
Lucian laughs—sharp, short, hollow.
“If you wanted to fuck a woman,” he hisses, “you could’ve picked one who actuallylookedlike one.”
The air leaves my lungs.
My head jerks toward him—and his gaze is locked on my bare chest.
A part of me had made peace with this. With my small breasts. My soft curves that didn’t curve enough. A part of me thought I was still feminine. Still... enough.
But right now?
I can’t summon an ounce of self-respect. Or dignity. Or fight.
I can’t move.
But I force myself to.
I stand to my full height, shove my legs into my pants. Bend to grab my tank top. It’s inside out. I wear it anyway.
I don’t look at either of them.
I can’t.
The room spins. My stomach churns.
Get out. Get outnow.
Lucian is still yelling, unraveling behind me, but I can’t hear him anymore. My body has detached—checked out, floating somewhere above this mess.
