It was just what happened. James wanted to grab Cepheus and shake him and tell him he was too good to do something like that to himself, to sleep with some fucker who didn't even really care about him.
"You don't need to explain anything to me. I'm not your boyfriend," James said, shrugging. "It's your body. But I just --" He stopped. He had no right to say anything and he hated it. "I don't know why you'd do that," he said. "Why you'd let him fuck you again when all he did was fuck you over and make you feel like shit about yourself when you were together."
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