Danny's POV
The steam in the kitchen was still thick enough to choke on when I finally found my voice. It felt like my throat was filled with broken glass. I stood there, my hand still gripping the cold metal of the doorknob, watching the two people I trusted most in this world scramble to hide the evidence of their betrayal.
Leo didn’t even have the decency to look me in the eye at first. I heard the sharp, metallic rasp of his zipper, it sounded like a blade cutting through the last string of my sanity. He shoved himself back into his jeans, his face flushed a dark, guilty red that made my stomach turn into a knot of lead.
"Wait, Danny," he stammered, his hands shaking as he reached out toward me. "I can explain. It’s not... Gabe was just... we were just..."
He didn’t finish. He cou
