Mild's eyes snapped open. He knew Arm wasn't joking. Arm's libido was a relentless force, fueled by his need for dominance and reassurance. Mild didn't have the strength for another round of Arm's "territorial marking."
"I'm gay, Arm," Mild snapped, his voice sharp with fatigue. "I don't sleep with women. I never have."
Arm's eyebrows shot up, a skeptical smirk playing on his lips. "Never? Don't lie to me. I remember Georgia. You two were the golden couple. You spent every weekend together. You're telling me you didn't touch her?"
"We held hands, Arm! We went to the cinema!" Mild groaned, rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling. "Georgia was a cover. She was a friend who knew I was struggling, and I was a friend who helped her social standing. I never had sex with her. I've never had sex with any woman. My body simply doesn't react that way."
