Page 163 of Hot Mess
“Nope,” he said, smoothing his hand down my stomach to my hip. “Not strictly speaking.” His hand gripped my hip and his thumb traced the curve.
“Oh. Um… Way to scare a girl.”
He snickered and bit my shoulder lightly. “Sorry.”
“For future reference, right after you eat a girl out is not a great time to drop that fact bomb.”
He chuckled a little. “I know when I told you about that three-way relationship I had, I probably let you assume it was with two women. It was with a guy and a girl. I like girls, too.” His hand squeezed my hip. “A lot.”
“I see.”
“I wasn’t actually with the guy. We were both with her. But I’ve been with other guys. I thought you should know that. Since we’re… you know… getting to know each other.”
“You’re bisexual?”
“I guess that’s what you’d call it.”
“What do you call it?”
“I don’t know. Me?” he said. “I’ve never been a real fan of labels.”
I stared at the dark shape of the picture on the wall, the beach photo I’d had framed for him. I knew I should be trying to process this, but it really wasn’t all that hard to process.
I wasn’t exactly shocked. He hadn’t mentioned it to me before, but it made sense. And not just because I read it online.
Had I seen him checking out guys? I wasn’t sure.
I really hadn’t noticed him checking out anyone else when we were together.
“Have you been in love with a man?” I asked him.
“Yeah.”
“And with a woman?”
“Yeah.” His thumb continued tracing the curve of my hip. “Have you ever been in love?”
“I think so,” I said. “A couple of times. I mean, I felt like I loved a couple of guys I dated. It was nothing… Earth-shattering, though, if that makes sense.”
He tugged on my hip, rolling me back against him. I turned my head to see his face in the near-dark. “That douchy ex of yours?”
I smiled. “No.”
“Thank fuck. I really would’ve had to judge you for that.”
“Yeah, that’s fair. I’m sure all your former loves have been Nobel Prize winners.”
He grinned. “You ever been in love with a woman?”
“No.”
“You’re straight?”
“Yeah, I guess that’s what you’d call it,” I said, quoting him. “So far, all the people I’ve loved, that way, have had cocks.”
“How many times have you fallen in love, Danica Vola?” he asked me.
“Twice.”
