"He should have never touched you either." To someone that was magical, magic was just as intimate as physical touch. Nate was his and only he could touch him, and he would never use his magic like that but this man had and it still made him angry.
He snuggled in closer to Nate. How did Nate know what exactly to say to make him fell so much better? "I hope we will. I want to wear it again without feeling like a whore." He laugh, but his was bitter. "Before you I never minded being thought of as a whore, in fact I know that was what I was. But now it sickens me that people might think that."