The Desire - 28. Kyle

We didn't talk much our way back, I just kept putting my hand on his while he rests his head to the side of my shoulder. We get out of the taxi and I took him straight to my apartment.

"You want to talk about it don't you?"

"You know I will," I told him to sit while I make a fresh batch of coffee. It was eight in the morning but I was not liking how the day was starting.

"I thought..."

"When Peyton is here, would we be enough for you?" I asked thinking how can I satisfy his cravings for sex.

"Andrew, I'm sorry. Look, I understand if you..."

"Don't, you say that you love me but you fuck another man, saying it's just sex. What the hell Kyle? what happened to us?"

"Damn it! I don't know, maybe I'm just a stupid slut." Kyle trailed his fingers to his hair in frustration and wouldn't even look me in the eyes.

"We talked about this, where is this coming from?" I was trying to be patient, to understand his needs.

"It's me, I have you, but fucked