The hurt in Vince's eyes was too much to bear. The pain, anger, betrayal, everything hit me all at once and the guilt was overwhelming. He meant the world to me, and everything we had was so important…but Brian was a stable constant I couldn't afford to let go of. I knew it would come to an ultimatum, but I didn't think it would be like this.
"Please, Vince," I begged, "Just trust me."
"Why, Dom? Why would I ever trust you again?"
"Because I love you!" I hadn't meant to say that. I'd meant to say 'Because you know me' and he did: he knew everything about me. Every inch of skin, every little spot that drove me crazy, how I never failed to cum almost instantly when he moaned my full name while I fucked him. But it came out…well, wrong. So many new emotions flittered across his face in such a short time that I couldn't even read them. Finally, his face set into a mask of rage, and he turned to walk away. I grabbed his wrist and he whirled on me.
"Fuck you, Dominic," he spat, "And fuck your cop, too."
The hot Cali dust that flew up from his tires as he sped away stung my eyes and filled them with tears. Sure, that's it: it was the dust.