"No, cheating as in kissing someone else. He acts like he's got some fucking right to be possessive of me, when it's not like that between us."

That wasn't a lie, Mello silently insisted. Yes, he'd kissed Near twice now, but neither time counted, no matter what he'd said before. Tipsiness had been to blame the first time, and those damn truth drugs the second. (I kissed you because I couldn't stand not to, his mind oh-so-helpfully replayed his own words, and he wanted to wince, but didn't, at how fucking ridiculous they sounded.)