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"No big story. He... he just couldn't control himself."
Raihn didn't believe my forced indifference for a second. His lips traveled down the silvery white jagged line, then the other.
"There's one other thing you should know." I grimaced right after I spoke and he stilled immediately, pulling back, his eyes searching.
"What is it?"
I almost said never mind. It's not like it mattered in any tangible way. It wasn't information I owed to him, or to anybody for that matter. It wouldn't change strategy. It wouldn't change the outcome of the Kejari, whatever it may be.
"After... him." I swallowed. "I didn't feel safe."
He didn't interrupt even as I paused. He was looking at me so attentively, waiting for me to continue and I felt quite vulnerable under his gaze–nothing at all to do with our almost-naked bodies pressed together, and all to do with how Raihn's gaze often felt like it was peering into my soul. Or, at least, trying to.
"Around men," I said, looking away. "So, I saw women for a while. Not often. And not only because of him." I felt that that clarification was necessary, although it was a fair assumption to make, given the history. But it was only part of the story, not the complete one. "I'd always known it... after that, it was just easier."
Silence stretched between us.
I fixed my eyes on a single point of focus over his shoulder. "If that's a problem—"
"Why would it be?"
I blinked, slowly moving my eyes back to his.
"Are you telling me because you think I might react badly?" he asked quietly. "Or because you wanted to tell me?"
Both. Neither. The truth was likely somewhere in between.
"I don't know," I answered, honestly.
"Well, you know It doesn't change anything," he said firmly.
My throat felt tight.
"I've never told anyone that before," I admitted. "Not even Vincent."
He learned down and closed the gap between us, kissing me, long and slow. Then, he pulled back and leaned his forehead against mine. "Then I'm honored."
"Besides, I know a thing or two about people deciding who you are before you get a chance to say it yourself." He gave me a faint, humorless smile, pointing a finger at his chest. "Rishan trash, remember?"
I frowned a little. "I remember."
"Thank you for telling me. Seriously." He smiled at me and my chest tightened. "But now I have a lot more competition than I anticipated."
"Don't make me regret telling you."
"I wouldn't dare," he murmured, leaning down once more to press our lips together. This time, I wrapped my arms around his neck and didn't pull away.