Zephyr had probably never felt so determined in all his life. Okay, so he was soon twenty-two, but still. He'd been through his share of things already. And this was a major one.
"I've been screwing around, Zeke. I told you I loved you, and I continued to fuck every other person. That's not respectful." Fancy word, but it sort of made a point.
Still holding Zeke's head, he placed a light kiss on the other's lips before pulling back and lowering his hands.