"A proposal..."
Gustav sensed David's heart beating harder. He knew that his boyfriend hadn't planned it at all. He couldn't push, especially now that Meiden's situation was so unclear.
"No, not now. Please. Let's leave this topic," Gustav withdrew from David's arms. "I would like nothing more, but you have to find out everything first."
"Then tell me!" he insisted with persistence in his dazzlingly beautiful eyes.
"But if I tell you..."
Again, the same panic as after the party gripped him. Just as he was approaching the possibility of confiding in David, terror stung his heart. He helplessly shook his head.
"You think when I find out, I'll leave you, right? Gustav, what could you have done that was so terrible? Did you kill a man?"
The question, asked half-jokingly, half-seriously, struck Meiden like a whip. Whatever the case, he had to answer.
"Perhaps," he admitted grimly. "The pathologist is just conducting an autopsy and... and perhaps... I killed someone..."
