[And sleep with them. Yet the thought is a spur in his mind, unfairly buried, gritted down with effort. He doesn't fight the hands on his face, but his eyes remain reluctant to rise, afraid of seeing either disappointment or anger on Cy's face. Evidently he's made a mistake — and the guilt burrows deeper than even the jealousy. This will be it; Cy will decide he's too much.]
I knew that for me it wasn't as serious. It could wait.
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[And sleep with them. Yet the thought is a spur in his mind, unfairly buried, gritted down with effort. He doesn't fight the hands on his face, but his eyes remain reluctant to rise, afraid of seeing either disappointment or anger on Cy's face. Evidently he's made a mistake — and the guilt burrows deeper than even the jealousy. This will be it; Cy will decide he's too much.]
I knew that for me it wasn't as serious. It could wait.