Chapter 35
“Why do you sleep with Daz?”
Stefan’s voice sounded loud in the peaceful quiet of the living room—but Daz wasn’t home to punish him for talking out of turn. And Yannis, sitting at the table and poring over his university textbooks, simply glanced up with a vaguely disinterested expression.
“I don’t.”
“You did last week. I heard you from my—my bed.”
“Your cage.”
Stefan blinked. Oddly, the term didn’t feel so horrible.
“My cage.”
“He was in a particularly affectionate mood.”
“But…even when he is…why do you do it? If you don’t like it?”
Yannis raised an eyebrow. “Because I like him more than I dislike sex.”
Stefan chewed on the corner of his lip. “So…so you don’t…you do it just because he likes it? You do it just for him?”
“I suppose so, yes.”
“But how can you have an
