Chapter 46
Nolan
"What?!"
The word rips out of me, ragged and raw, louder than I mean it to be. But how else am I supposed to respond to something this—this insane?
"Are you out of your goddamn mind? That's your lover!"
Ciel just stands there, calm as ever, with that infuriating little scoff. That tiny tilt of his chin that says he thinks he's already won the argument before it even starts.
"You think I'm a fucking idiot, don't you?" he says softly, but the bite underneath is sharp as broken glass.
"Nolan, I've been lusted after my whole life. My whole life. If there's one emotion I can recognize—even with my eyes closed—it's when someone wants to fuck someone."
The words hit me like a slap.
I should shout back. Should tell him he's wrong, but the way his golden eyes fix on me bright, unwavering, certain, I feel the bottom drop out of my stomach.
I look away, ashamed. My jaw tightens.
"No, Ciel. It's not…" My voice cracks. "It's not like that."
