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Oh no. Does he know? He said “too.” Do Khaos and I smell like each other? Like sex?

With a step away from both men, I act oblivious, asking, “I showered before my flight. Can you still smell the plane on me?”

“Kota, why are you questioning me?” Guy shakes his head at me once, but I feel it reverberate through my body as if it were a slap. A real one, not whatever I did to Khaos earlier.

“I’m—”

“Well, any friend of Silver’s is a friend of mine,” Khaos booms, covering my next word. His hand envelops Guy’s in a shake that lasts longer than normal. It appears tighter, too.

Guy tries to hide a grimace when he pulls his hand back, only to immediately wipe it on the front of his shirt.

What’s on Khaos’s hand? I don’t think it’s from me. Not after this long. My cum would’ve dried by now.

I think.

I hope.

It has to be Khaos’s saliva. He was probably upstairs licking his hand like a lollipop.

That should absolutely nauseate me.

Yet it doesn’t.

What’s wrong with me? I’m not acting like myself. Maybe it’s the intense schedule from the last few days. Last few weeks—No, last few months if I’m being honest. It’s finally catching up to me.

That…or it’s something else.

“Nice but I’m actually her boyfriend.”

Khaos has the audacity to look shocked even though I know he’s not. I literally told him my boyfriend was coming over.

“Why do you keep calling me Silver?” I ask him.

“Because you got silver.”

“My hair’s blonde.” I pull a strand of hair away from my head to inspect. Silver? Does it look silver? It’s not even bleached. I’m naturally blonde.

“For second place.”

“Are you talking about Nationals? I got first,” I inform my stepbrother with an eyebrow pop of my own. Team wins are always so much sweeter than solo wins. I don’t know why. Probably because solo wins are a foregone conclusion.

“Oh. My bad.” I can see the smirk Khaos is trying to hold back. He’s such a jerk.

“Kota’s never gotten second in her life,” Guy says. Instead of sounding proud, it’s almost mocking.

So what if I’m an overachiever? That’s nothing to be embarrassed about.

It’s not exactly something I’m proud of either. It’s just my norm.

“Her mom would never let her,” he adds with a conspiratorial nod at Khaos. “You haven’t seen Sergeant Sera in action yet, have you?”

Why is he telling Khaos this? It’s like he’s trying to embarrass me.

Instead of engaging with Guy, Khaos asks me, “Your mom’s a sergeant?”

“No. No.” I shake my head. “That’s just what we call her because she’s…you know, strict.”

“Strict? She’s fucking tyrannical. Wait until you hear her get on Kota’s case. It’s hilarious.”