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“Don’t patronize me, Rose.” Skylar glares at me. “Do you think I want to still be a virgin?” she asks.
I don’t know. Yes. No. Maybe?
“You shouldn’t give it away because you don’t want to be the last one with it, Sky,” Magnolia says.
“You think I want to give it away so that I can be like the two of you?” she asks.
Maybe?
“I want to get rid of it so that no man can use my virginity as a bargaining chip,” she tells us angrily.
She’s right, and now as the last one standing, she’s got a larger target on her back.
“It will happen when the time is right,” I say.
“Shut up, Rose, you don’t get it,” she spits back.
Skylar never gets angry or lashes out. She’s the jokester of the three of us and always has a smile on her face. So, the fact she just bit my head off proves this means something to her and that I should be a little more understanding regarding her feelings.
3
AUGUSTINE
There’s a knock at my door, and a groan escapes my lips because I know exactly who it is. I jump out of bed and walk over to the door. Opening it, I’m greeted by Joss Knight, my father’s bodyguard and longtime friend.
“Your father would like to speak with you,” Joss advises.
Of course, he does. I know what this meeting will be about; I’ve been dodging it for weeks—guess I can’t escape it anymore.
Joss’s eyes look over my shoulder and flare in acknowledgment at seeing Greyson, his son, my bodyguard and best friend, in my bed behind me. I look over my shoulder and see Greyson lazily lying against the headboard in nothing but sweatpants, baring his bronzed chest, every taunt stomach muscle exposed. Greyson’s made up of nothing but hardened muscle and sinful temptation. He’s casually flipping his magazine as if he hasn’t a care in the world. Our clothes are crumpled and scattered all over the floor from where we ripped them off each other last night.
It’s not professional of my bodyguard to be laid out half-naked against his boss’s bed, but this scene has been played out again and again during the fifteen years of us being together. Greyson’s father clenches his jaw over the familiar display. I know Joss isn’t the biggest fan of our relationship; none of our family are, even after all this time, simply because the future king cannot be queer. In their eyes, two men cannot produce a pure heir, and the only point for me being on this planet is to produce more children to ensure our reign continues for the next millennia.
That alone supersedes my skills in diplomacy or any philanthropic endeavors I may achieve, which I’d assume would be more important to run a country.It’s not.The fact that I can knock up some hapless princess with my royal sperm negates all my other accomplishments.
I guess my one saving grace is that I’m bisexual, that I enjoy fucking women as much as I enjoy sleeping with men, so my father tolerates me fooling around with Greyson, but I know this will not be the case forever. He will make me choose one day, and I’m not sure I can.
My feelings for Greyson are real and have been ever since the moment as curious teens we started to explore things between us. We did everything together when we were younger as the only children of the same age in the palace at the time. His father worked for mine, and as a result, we were constantly thrust together. We also knew Greyson would eventually become my bodyguard like his father became my father’s, and the same before that. It’s a tradition between our two families, going back hundreds of years, that the firstborn male from each family looks after the other.
We were fifteen turning sixteen when we were away at boarding school together and were invited to a high school party. We snuck out to an abandoned castle in the forest where all the kids hung out together, as boys and girls were separated at the campus. One night, we were playing a game of Spin the Bottle, and it landed on us; everyone laughed and hollered at the outcome. Two other guys before us had the same fate and took the dare, so when I looked over at Greyson, he gave me a smirk, stalked over to me, and kissed the ever-loving shit out of me in front of everyone. The group went crazy and kept egging us on, but the problem was I liked the feeling of Greyson’s lips on mine, which confused me. I didn’t want him to stop, and when he stepped away, all I knew was that I wanted to do it again. The game continued, and we ended up kissing a bunch of other people until someone raised the alarm that security was coming, and we all had to rush back to our dorms.
Greyson and I shared a room, just the two of us in small quarters, which wasn’t a problem till I realized I liked kissing my roommate. I remember my heart beating wildly in my chest as we slammed our dorm door behind us after running a mile back to it as fast as we could to evade getting caught. As soon as the door closed, everything became silent, electricity pricked against my skin, and I remember a shift had changed between us.
“You’re a pretty good kisser,” I say with a chuckle, pressing my back against the door as Greyson moves toward his bed.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” Greyson smirks. I notice his cheeks are pink.
Did he not like it like I did? A frown forms on my face. “Have you ever kissed a guy before?”
He shakes his head. “No, you?” he asks.
“Only girls,” I answer before letting the awkward silence fall between us. I stare at the floor, kicking an imaginary bit of dirt, unsure what to do next now that I know what my best friend’s lips feel like against my own.
“It was different,” Greyson mumbles.
“It was.”
“But also, the same, you know?” Greyson adds.
