Silence hung between them for a long, heavy moment. Rhys still wasn't looking into Kellen's eyes, his head hung heavily as Kellen sat, staring at him. The proud, confident man that Kellen was used to was gone, replaced with a man who knew that he had done something bad.
Something he shouldn't have, and the worst part? He had done it to Kellen. Him. The man that Rhys swore up and down that he loved. Cared for.
One of the words that Rhys had said stuck with Kellen. Best. Rhys had wanted to tell him in the best way. Whatever the hell that had meant, and now here they were. In a conference room, alone, Rhys was sweating like he was a sinner in church and Kellen feeling hollow and numb because the man he was dating, had tied himself to, had kept something so big and important from him. Had asked the others to keep this from him too.
