"It's more than just sex—"
"So you've-"
"Yeah." I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. "You aren't storming to beat him up."
Mal raises a brow. "Have I ever stormed to beat someone up?"
"No."
"Have I ever stormed?"
"I guess not." I press my lips together. "Your poker face has gotten better."
He says nothing.
"I can't tell if you're mad."
"I am."
"Oh."
My stomach twists. I see it now, what it is that's in his expression. He's disappointed.
But where does he get off being disappointed that I slept with Kit?
That I'm with Kit?
The disappointment creeps into his voice. "You kept this from me."
Oh. That's more fair. "I don't tell you about other guys I date."
Mal shoots me a get real look.
"Joel said you'd kick Kit out of the band if you found out."
Mal's eyes turn down. This time, he's not hiding any of the hurt in his voice. "You told Joel?"
"He put two and two together."
Mal frowns. "You tell Ethan too?"
"No."
"Good. He's—"
"The type to storm out and hit someone?"
"Yeah." Mal shakes his head as he pushes himself up. "You really don't trust me."
I don't have an argument.
"I deserve that." His expression softens. "You know Ethan and Kit have had ten or twenty threesomes."
"I got the gist."
"And you're okay with your brother's sloppy seconds?"
I cringe. Once I'm past the ick factor, I have to laugh. "You made a joke."