“Bisexual people exist, Adrien,” she scolded when I looked at her funny.
A year ago, after we both went through our respective breakups, we decided we’d be friends-with-benefits, and so far, it’s been great. Our friendship hasn’t suffered, and we keep feelings out of it, plus the sex is incredible.
Before I’m about to leave, I hear the water turn off, so I go to the bathroom door and knock.
“What’s up?” she asks.
I push open the door as she’s finishing wrapping a towel around her body. “I’m heading out.”
“You coming by the bar tonight?”
“I’m gonna eat, do some homework, and then I’ll think about it.”
“Okay.” She grabs a smaller towel and starts drying her thick, black hair. “Oh, do you have the notes from Professor Hansley’s class?”
I step beside her to check my reflection, running my hand through my caramel-colored hair in an attempt to tame it. “I’ll get them to you.”
“You’re the best.”
I raise my arm, my palm facing her. “I know.”
She gives me a high five. “Loser.”
“See ya later.”
***
Once I leave her duplex apartment, it only takes a ten minute walk to get to the house I share with two roommates.
Dameion and Mason have lived together for three years, and I moved in a year and a half ago. They had another guy in the house before me, but Matt moved out four months ago, so it’s just been us three since then.
The house is two stories with four bedrooms and two and a half baths, and it would definitely be preferable to have another roommate to keep the rent split in four.
Inside, I’m met with Dameion and his girlfriend, Jazz, all hugged up in the kitchen and Mason and his boyfriend, Shawn, on the couch watching a movie.
“Is it couples’ night?” I ask.
They laugh. “You’re welcome to join,” Mason says.
“We’re making homemade pizza,” Dameion states. “Mase is picking the movie.”
“I need to go shower, so don’t wait on me or anything. I’ll come down for food in a little bit.”
“You ever gonna actually date that girl?” Mason asks, knowing I was with Vic.
“No, that would ruin everything,” I say with a chuckle as I jog upstairs.
And while that’s true, I have to admit there are times where I do wish I had something more. Not with Vic, but with someone I feel passionately about. I’ve yet to find someone I’m borderline obsessed with. I want to feel like I can’t survive without them. Maybe that’s toxic, but with every other relationship I had I hardly cared when it came to an end.
Mason and Dameion have been in committed relationships for a long time, and while I like to pretend I’m perfectly happy with living the bachelor life, I can’t lie and say there aren’t many lonely nights.
Sex fulfills you for only so long. Eventually, you want someone to love and to have that person love you back.
After I shower, I go downstairs to grab some food, but I just stand in the kitchen and eat while watching the movie from a distance. Mason and Shawn are stretched along the couch, laying together under a blanket, while Dameion and Jazz are curled up on the loveseat, so I don’t want to squeeze in next to any of them.
“Is it good?” Jazz asks as I chew on the pizza she made.
I give her a thumbs up until I swallow. “Really good. Thanks.”
