Ezra
For one stupid second, I almost let it happen.
Richard's face was right there. His hand was still on my cheek, touching and caressing me slowly. His lips were so close that if I moved even a little, they would've touched mine.
That realization quickly made me sober up again.
I pulled back so fast the chair scraped loudly against the floor.
Even if I tried, I would hate myself. Even if Allen was at this very moment, kissing someone else, I wouldn't be able to. For some reason, it felt like I would be betraying him. The realization only made me feel more irritated. Why should I care?
"This is wrong," I said, my voice rough. "I can't do this."
I pushed myself to my feet, but the effect of the wine hit me instantly. The room felt like it was spinning.
I grabbed the edge of the chair to steady myself before stumbling toward the door.
Behind me, I heard Richard stand up too.
"Ezra."
I didn't look back.
Then his voice came again, lower this time.
"Allen doesn't care."
