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K holds her head, “Oh girl, you really are in trouble! The curse of the soul ties probably befalls on you, that’s why you can’t get over him!” Art enters the conversation again, “So what? There’s a term bisexual, in case you forgot, ladies. Interested in both men and women,” Art insists on his idiotic speculations. But my heart and mind just can’t take it. “I know for sure, my body knows that Dmitri is damn straight!” “No!” I scream, “He can’t be! One heartbreak is my quota for the day. I can’t have anyone breaking my heart again!” I proclaim.

I say, feeling my cheeks heat at the suggestion I had yet to discuss with him. I enjoy sexual play where he dominates me and doing things that people refer to as feminizing. I also enjoy when Adonis acknowledges that I am a boy. It’s confusing, but both speak to something in me. I am not fully either and I think that people don’t often think about how Omegas can be both at the same time.

Wanting to be clear, I added, "But I'd be perfectly fine with just one or the other." He pondered deeply. Confusion etched across my face, I asked, "If you never want to bottom, let me know now." "I want to," he asserted firmly. "Definitely." His jaw clenched, his abs tensed. "I'm considering which one you prefer more and if I've ever been selfish—" "Stop right there," I interjected, swiftly finding a way to explain. "You're bisexual—" "Am I?" he joked. That smartass remark made me roll my eyes, but I continued, "You're committed to me. You don't need a girl. But you're attracted to girls. It's the same for me. I like both, but I'd be content with just one forever. Understand?"

Greyson says teasingly as the third song begins to play. The atmosphere is the club has become very sexually charged and everyone begins to look as if they are in the throngs of ecstasy. "Can't be having too much fun. He's gay and his partner is sitting next to me." I reply as I see Paul's hands move to Luna's hips. "Well he's bi actually." Greyson says with a laugh. "What?" I ask as I feel my blood begin to boil. "Yeah he's bisexual." Greyson replies casually without a care in the world.

“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.

She looks at me in my eyes and holds my gaze and I still… I wanted this and I had even fantasised about it but I … it's kinda too good to be true. If I were to date all of them, her papa would never find out because there would always be the three of us and none of them, mama or her husband, would think that any man would let another man fuck his woman. “Are you gay?" I ask Pietro. “No. I'm bi and I don't have a problem with being in a relationship with a man. Do you?" He asks me and I look at Aly. “I like Aly and she knows it but… I have never been in a relationship with a man. As such, I don't know how it will turn out,” this is true.

Was he shitting us, or was he serious? “I can see the question in your eyes, Little Bird. Yes, I was honest. Although, I guess you could label me as bisexual because I’m not against dating a girl if I find her attractive. But beauty is only skin deep, right? She would have to be beautiful on the inside as well. So far, I’ve only ever been with guys, though,” he says with a shrug. I look at Blake and see him glaring at Dirk again. Seriously? Dirk laughs at Blake's look, which just seems to piss Blake off even more. Dirk holds his hands up in surrender and says, “Don’t worry, man, I’m getting little sister vibes from Little Bird.”

"Yeah, so you're just lying because you wanted more of my lips, right?" Khloe shrugged. "Well, why should I ask for less? I want to make out, you want to prove you're right which is true for me so why should I refuse?" I nodded. "So basically you're a bisexual." Khloe groaned. "No, I don't like labels. Let's just say, I want to have fun. Is that wrong?"

I said after a moment trying to change the topic, while glancing sideways at her, “you’re… you know, like gay?” With a sly smile, Roxy unlocked the passenger side door. “Bisexual, actually. I enjoy both. Why limit yourself, right?” she said casually, then leaned close that her breath brushed my ear, making me shiver. “You should try it sometime, you know.” I blinked from shock, stepping back a little, feeling my cheeks heat up. “Uh, no thanks,” I said quickly. “I…I think I’ll pass.” Roxy straightened and chuckled quietly “Suit yourself.”

He took another drag, eyes narrowing as smoke drifted out slowly. "I can't believe it," He muttered. "What?" I asked, annoyed. "That you like dick." I groaned, dragging a hand over my face. "I like pussy too, you know." "Yeah? But you still like dick," he said, pointing at me with the joint like he'd just discovered some dark secret of mine. The thing was, this was never a secret. I never hid who I was, just that I did not like to parade my business for everyone else to see. Everyone closed to me, and my mom and sister knew that I was bisexual. My teammates, too.