He lifted an eyebrow.
“I’m good with what happened tonight but?—”
I cut him off. “Everything that happened tonight?” I asked.
“Ask what you’re trying to ask, Kiano.”
“You bisexual or what?”
“Nigga, are you?” he countered.
“Yeah,” I said simply. “I am.” I walked over, jerked the blunt out of his hand, and plucked up Jiselle’s lighter to light it and take a drag. I blew the smoke into his face. He looked up at me. I grinned. “You let me be your first? That’s sweet.”
“Fuck out of here.” He pushed me in the chest and I stumbled back half a step before I laughed loudly.
That was interesting to me, that Stone had never been with a man before. It hadn’t seemed like he hated it and I could admit I thought he was a good looking man. If Jiselle welcomed him back into our bed, I’d be cool with that.
The time I’d just spent with the two of them had been the most fun I’d had since college.
As long as Stone stayed out of my way when it came to Jiselle, I’d let him stay around. Shit. I was living my bisexual dream with a man who looked like Stone and a woman as perfect as Jiselle.
I took another hit of the blunt then offered it to Stone. He hit it while we held each other’s gaze. Then he pushed up and we wordlessly headed to the kitchen where Selle stood at the stove, music playing from the speaker on her cabinet.
“Did you guys figure it out?” she asked.
“Figure what out?” I countered.
“Whatever you two needed to discuss in regards to…” She gestured around vaguely. “All of this.”
We looked at each other.
“Yeah. We figured it out.”
“Good.”
Stone held her blunt toward her and she took it directly into her mouth.
“Do you need help with anything?” I asked.
“Nope. I’d actually appreciate it if y’all sat down out of my way.”
“Done.” Stone lifted his hands in surrender.
We sat at her island, both on the same side so we could watch her as she cooked, and I could get used to this. Easily.
When she finished, Stone hopped up. Instead of moving to the opposite side of the island to sit beside her, he grabbed one of the chairs from that side and moved it between us.
Jiselle had made chicken fried rice and plated it with several wontons she’d pan fried and set bottles of water in front of us before she took her seat. No matter what she said or what wall she tried to put up, she was nurturing. She had that shit inside her. She just needed the right man to cultivate a space where she felt comfortable sharing that all the time.
I nodded after my first bite and Jiselle slightly turned in my direction.
“So Kiano, what do you do?”
“What?”
“Well, you know what Stone and I do. What do you do?”
“I work at an IT company.”