Ray didn't move.
His hands stayed in the dirt. His back stayed under her. For a second the woods were just bugs and his own breathing.
"…Karl," he said again, smaller.
"Yes."
Ray's mouth twisted. He wasn't loud. He was sulking, and it made him look worse.
"That's nasty." He stared at the ground like it had insulted him. "You're telling me I went in after my own boy."
Milady shifted on his back, still holding his hair. "That's what I said."
"Sonya." Ray let out a short, ugly breath. "I been looking at her like she was… I don't know. Warm. Clean. Like she was different." His jaw flexed. "And her pussy's already leftover from Karl. That's humiliating as hell."
Milady tugged his hair a little. "Don't get cute."
"I ain't being cute." He swallowed. Still on all fours. Still pissed in that quiet, jealous way. "That's my friend. He sat next to me. Ate with me. And he already had her. Then I come along looking stupid, falling for her, thinking that thing was mine."
