CHAPTERSIX
Shane
I kissed London. It’s happened once before, and I freaked the fuck out. I’m not gay. So, why do I like kissing him?
He’s always been upfront with me about who he is and who he likes, though, in the beginning he didn’t want to admit he was attracted to guys. He still hid who he was from the world, but not me. And I’ve told him things I’ve never said to anyone else, like my worries about Ever and her health. And that I’m attracted to Snow—which I told him even before Ivy left—and so is London. We even talked about sharing her—something I never thought I would ever be into. But neither of us have made a move because it would frighten her, and she needs to get better first.
“I’ll make coffee.” London rolls over and grins.
I smirk at him. “Yeah, you do that.”
“I fell asleep in here?” Snow asks, yawning.
“You did, sweetheart. It’s all right. This bed is big enough to fit all of us, including London’s fat ass.” I wink at him with a smirk playing across my face.
“Hey, asshole.” He lightly punches my shoulder, and Snow giggles. “I have a training session this morning.”
“Coffee sounds good.” I nod, reminding London playfully. “I do have to stock the basement pantry and the freezer sometime before the show.”
“We could go tomorrow,” Snow suggests.
“That could work. I also need to figure out the dynamics. And try not to freak out about coming out to the world.” London sniffs.
“No one will care,” I remind him again. “At least none of us who matter.”
“I hope so,” he says, clearly wanting to panic. It’s written all over his face.
“You’ll always have us,” Snow whispers, and I reach for her hand, giving it a squeeze.
“Meet you two downstairs.”
“I’ll go shower.” Snow kisses my cheek.
“All right, sweetheart.” What I really want to say is “join me,” but I don’t. Now is not the time. I hurry and get ready, needing to make my lists and then breakfast.
* * *
“I’m just here for the food,” Ariel says as she takes a sip of coffee.
“Everyone comes for the food.” I laugh, taking out pans and eggs.
“Should get the locks checked,” London grumbles, making me grin.
“That’s how you got in.” I snort.
He laughs and gets the bacon and toast started.
“You’ve trained him well,” Ariel teases, getting a mock glare from London.
“I did.” I smile and continue making breakfast.
“Hey,” Snow says to Ariel.
“I thought we could talk after breakfast,” Ariel tells her.
“You really did come for the food,” Snow teases.
“You know me so well.” Ariel smiles as they take a seat at the small table.