"It seems like it's true for you too," Rose said, her lips curling into a small, almost teasing smile. "So what's stopping you then? Is it because you prefer monogamy?"
"Well, that's part of it, I guess."
"Part?" she echoed, her brow arching slightly, curiosity glinting in her eyes.
I fell silent, my words catching somewhere in my throat, and instead lifted my glass, letting the cold rim press against my lips as if it could hide what I didn't say out loud.
"Is it because of Gabrielle?"
The second her name left Rose's mouth, it was like an invisible hand slapped me across the face. I flinched, my hand jerking slightly, and a bit of beer smeared messily across my cheek.
"I see..." Rose murmured, her gaze softening a bit. "So you're still mad at her… because of that time."
