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“What? Really?” “I’m not putting my cock anywhere near a homophobic guy’s mouth.” He said it so casually it took me a second to catch up. “So yeah.” I opened my mouth, then closed it. Kael was bisexual. Openly, publicly, famously so — he’d said it on national television during a magazine interview with the particular bluntness of someone who found the concept of softening their words deeply unnecessary. “I don’t care about gender when I’m dating or when I’m fucking.” His exact words. The interviewer had blinked. Kael had looked bored.

“He’s eighteen. Let him live.” “He wants to bone Cesar.” She blurted out as she looked around the room for her clutch. “Puff pastry Cesar?” Nyx made wide eyes. “Bram’s gay?” Jubi made a face. “I thought he liked girls.” “He likes everything.” Nyx laughed. “Gay, straight, bi, androgynous. Bram’s type is anything with a hole.” “Hey,” Famke slapped at her, “gross. He’s just a kid.”