Emery [bxb]

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"Shit, I'm sorry, Em. I didn't meant to get you in trouble..."

"Brandon, I'm engaged and I don't wanna get between you two, either. Besides, if she's not doing it for you, aren't you still..." Sleeping around, he doesn't say. Shame scalds me suddenly, so hot I don't answer. His disappointed face plainly reads: slut.

"I'm not like you," I snap defensively. "Practically a monk. I need sex - all the time! I can't live o-off a-a dry-fuck on a...pullout couch or backseat every five years, goddamnit!"

I'm suddenly so angry I could spit. I stalk away. As I march off, the anger dissipates. And I'm left with nothing, feeling simply drained.

"Where're you going?" Emery calls after me, sounding worried.

I've never felt so horrible about myself before. But Emery is right to be furious. He's an engaged man. He would never in a million years cheat. He's a righteous, goodie-two-shoes, fiercely-monogamous angel. "Brandon-"

"No no." I sigh, turning around and hiking a shoulder in a sad shrug. "It's okay. I love you, man. Always have, always will." I smile. "Always. No matter what."

He steps up to me with an expression of misery and remorse.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You were right. I suck; it's the truth."

Emery nods, then backs away, worrying his bottom lip. He leaves.