Fox's Glade [M]Macchiato

It was selfish, but Anselm did not think of the trail of betrayal he’d be leaving in his wake as he stepped towards Suzu. He’d be betraying Etienne. Heda. His children. Suzu. Finally, he’d be betraying himself.

But he still wrestled with his sexuality. He wrestled with the budding urge to pull her close to him, and feel the heat of her body against him. And Suzu — for the roundness of her frame, was an appealing spitfire just waiting to be brushed to life —

He wanted to move past Etienne. To prove he wasn’t gay; to prove that Etienne’s departure hadn’t damaged him beyond repair. To prove that Etienne meant so little to him, that he could bounce back from his deepest betrayal to date.

A wanting growl rumbled in his throat. I said, so vhat if I do? He moved close, tail sweeping back and forth, his torn ears bent so far forward they shadowed the goldcoin burn of his pining stare. Vhat vill you do, Suzu? Insult me more? What if he liked that?