Connor gritted his teeth in fury and did his best to suppress his anger. He was starting to feel claustrophobic, being trapped inside the damn elevator. Fortunately, they reached their destination floor a few seconds later, and the doors slid open. Connor stepped out in a hurry. He grew even more irritated when Harley gave him an amused grin, but his rage subsided partially the second his boyfriend reached for his hand and intertwined their fingers.
“I’m not attracted to Lance,” Harley whispered into his ear, and that helped quell his anger even further. “I’m not the cheating type. I swear.”
Connor was embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I trust you. I guess I’m acting like an insecure asshole.”
Harley chuckled. “Maybe a little. Are we okay now?”
Connor nodded. “Absolutely.”