Charlotte squeezed his hand, then let go. "Good. Now, the most important question: Can you move on without Win?"
King looked at Charlotte, his eyes raw with conflict. "I do not care if you judge me, Charlotte. I know I'm stupid, and I hate myself for it, but I can't move on without thinking about Win for now." He averted his face. "If I give it time, I know I can move on without him, but I can't promise I will ever stop loving him, because he's my first love, Charlotte. He's the one who made me realize I'm into men, and the only one I've ever truly loved. You have to understand me." King's voice was filled with anguish. "My answer is not yes, and it's not no."
He turned back to face her, though, and a cold resolve hardened his gaze. "The love is still there, Char. I can't lie. But what he did last night... he made sure the fear is stronger than the love. I hate him for what he did to me, but I hate myself more for letting it happen and for still caring."
