Page 81 of The Saviors: Part One

“No, it’s fine,” Keon chuckles. “I’m only asking because I’ve never found a girl to be down with that. They’re okay with it in theory but not the actual act.”

“It’s not something I actively looked for. I didn’t even know it appealed to me until Sean mentioned it. I think if you’re dating someone that’s bisexual or any sexual orientation, you have to be able to care for all sides of them. I’m dating them both. How can I be upset if they want to be sexual with each other? There was just something about watching them let go with each other.”

“So, Kai is bi too?” Keon asks.

“No,” Sean laughs. “Well, he wasn’t. He’s always been accepting of me, and the way he accepted everything today tells me he’s been bi-curious and didn’t even realize it.”

I wonder if Sean has told her about me and him?

I realized at a young age that I found everyone attractive, no matter what they sexually identified as. But my dad wasn’t the type to willingly accept that, so I never acted on it until Sean. I can’t sleep with women. I looked for Chelsea in all of them, and when I found them lacking, I couldn’t do it, so I quit trying. Sean helped me with a way to let go. We weren’t in a relationship, and it didn’t happen all the time, but he could always tell when I needed the sexual outlet. For all his teasing bullshit, he’s one of the best people that I’ve met. All of the guys are.

I step into the kitchen right when Sean lays a sloppy kiss on Chelsea’s cheek, causing her to laugh. “Ew, stop. Your lips are sticky.”

He picks his spoon up from his ice cream, gives me a shit eating grin, rubs the spoon all over his lips, and takes Chelsea’s lips in a kiss.What I wouldn’t do to kiss those lips again.Keon clears his throat, making her jump like she’s been shocked. “You. Over there.” She points to Sean and then to the other side of the island. He pouts and walks over, flops down on the barstool, giving her puppy dog eyes.

“I was just wondering if I could grab another beer?” I ask.

She waves her hand toward the fridge with a peanut butter covered spoon. “Help yourself.”

I nod toward the bowl in front of her. “Still like that with syrup?” I pause when I get to the fridge door. “Who drew devil horns on my name?”

“No clue,” Sean laughs. I reach in, grab a beer, and turn back to them.

Chelsea rolls her eyes. “Yeah, no clue at all. And yes, I still eat peanut butter and syrup.” That was always her weird snack growing up. It’s sickly sweet, and she loves it.

Sean waggles his eyebrows. “Is that where you got dat ass?”

“Shut up,” she says, flinging a potato chip bag at him.

“Were you guys planning to share the snacks?” I ask, looking at the island that’s covered in them.

She gives me a look, pointing at me with her spoon. “I said I was going for snacks, not that I was catering to anyone.” She shoves the spoon back in her mouth with a grin, and my eyes zero in on her lips. My head snaps up to Sean when I remember he’s sitting there, but he doesn’t seem pissed that he caught me. Chelsea seems completely oblivious. I see some things never change. “Sean. Go tell them that they can come get snacks before we eat it all.”

“Snacks!” Sean yells.

“Oh my God. I could have done that, you toddler.”

“Ouch, Gorgeous. That hurt.” He grabs his chest like she shot him, letting his head fall on the counter.

“You’re ridiculous,” I laugh.

Kai, Tyler, and Ari walk into the kitchen, taking in all the snacks and Sean’s dead body. “What happened to him?” Tyler asks, gesturing to Sean.

“Chelsea killed him,” I laugh.

“Oh, so that means I can take his place?”

Sean’s head pops up, and he points at Tyler. “I will kill you.”

Chelsea pouts. “No pizazz. I’m disappointed. Ari’s my favorite again.”

“What the hell did you say to that guy?” Sean demands.

Ari shrugs. “I told him if he didn’t get away from her that I was going to dig his intestines out with a rusty spoon.”

“See. Pizazz,” Chelsea says, wiggling her fingers in front of her.

“What did he say to you?” Kai asks, kissing the top of her head. I love seeing him like this.