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Besides…after my freakout earlier it’d be nice to feel kinda…cool?
“I have,” I shrugged, cheeks hot. “I like it.”
“Huh.” Collin’s face scrunched up. “What about…you know—girls?” He tapped his fingers on his knees. “Not that I plan on getting laid, because duh, fifteen. But I’m just curious. Blair mentioned you’re kinda a…man slut.”
“The fuck,” I snorted out, cheeks hot.
“He didn’t say those exact words. I’m paraphrasing—but still.”
“I guess I am,” I shrugged, embarrassed. “I’ve been with a lot of people, yeah.”
“Blair only mentioned girls.”
“Which is why you asked about the dicks.” Sneaky fuck.
“I guess I’m just…” Collin hummed thoughtfully. “I dunno. I feel like I give off bi-wife energy, you know?”
“Are you the wife in this scenario? Or do you have a bi-wife?”
“Both? IDK.” Collin shrugged. “I guess I just don’t really want to pick. And since Blair and Richard are gay-as-fuck, I wanted to talk to someone who maybe wasn’t? Not that they can’t give advice. Because they can—I just… you know.”
“Wanted to talk to someone else who gives off bi-wife energy,” I couldn’t help but grin. Sure my bisexuality was newly discovered—but that didn’t mean I wasn’t excited about it. And I hadn’t even gotten the chance to tell Blair, so it was kinda nice…to test it out in a safe environment. “I’ve only been with one man,” I said, pulling onto Spruce. “And for the record? You never have to fucking pick.”
The conversation was about to be cut short, so I slowed down to prolong it. I had a feeling Collin needed this. Hell, I would’ve killed to have an older brother at his age. That’s why I’d made sure to be the best big brother I possibly could for Blair. Because it had been my fault we were alone in the first place.
“Did you like it?” Collin asked curiously. “As much as sex with girls?”
“More probably,” I shrugged, cheeks hot. “Not that I didn’t like that too—I just…I guess for me it’s about the kind of connection. And he’s…” Thinking about Mutt made me feel hot all over, embarrassed and happy and fizzy from the inside out. “Um.”
It wasn’t a feeling I’d had before about anyone.
Or anything.
It was safety, and warmth, and youth—youth I’d never had.
“He’s…?” Collin stared at me, waiting expectantly. “What, super hot?” He was teasing, and I still couldn’t help but flush.
“Yeah. Super fucking hot,” I agreed, embarrassed. “And he’s sweet, you know? Different. He…” This was embarrassing as hell. “He takes really good care of me.”
“Which is good, you know. Cuz you’re kinda fucked up.”
“Right.” I laughed. No one had just outright said that to my face, but I kinda liked it. It was refreshing not to be tiptoed around. I’d thought I’d hate that, but I didn’t. “I think I need someone who’s soft.”
“I am thiiiiis close to making a dick joke,” Collin held up his fingers in a pinching motion. “But since we’re having a bi-bro moment, I’ll hold back.”
“A bi-bro moment,” I repeated, oddly delighted by this.
“A bro-ment, if you will,” Collin agreed in his poshest voice.
“Fuck,” I laughed, sad when we pulled into the parking lot behind Blair’s pizzeria. Avery’s shop where I worked was just across the street, and it felt weird to be over here—and not there, but I pushed that feeling aside. “You’re cute.”
“Dawww,” Collin waved me off, batting his lashes. “Thanks!”
“Collin?” I felt lighter than I had in years as I put the truck into park and twisted to look at him. “I’m sorry, for before. For treating you weird.”
“I’m sorry too,” Collin shrugged. “I could’ve been nicer.”
“Me too.” I smacked his shoulder, and he squawked, then smacked me back.