Not wanting her to feel guilty about using me, I smiled and told her, “It doesn’t matter.” My eyes drifted to her stomach, then to Kiera. We’ve both moved on. “We’re not those people anymore, Candy. Don’t worry about it,” I finished, looking back at her.

Candy looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded and walked away. As she left, I hoped that she truly cared about whoever had fathered her baby. I felt like I understood her a little better now, and I genuinely hoped she was happy.

Not long after that meeting, Kiera was practically tackled by a perky blonde. The girl pulled on her so hard, her hand was yanked away from mine. Seeing someone who obviously adored Kiera made me grin. At least not every girl here had treated her like Candy. Not that they all would…it wasn’t like I’d slept with everyone at the school.

“Kiera, can you believe it! We did it!” She had a cute Southern accent, and she beamed at Kiera. Then her sparkling blue eyes shifted to me. She studied me for a second, then gave me a polite smile. “You must be the boyfriend?”

I extended my hand with a nod. “Kellan.”

As we shook hands, she tilted her head toward Kiera. “Now I can see why you’re straight. I think he’d make anybody reconsider their orientation.”

Hearing her say that filled in so many puzzle pieces for me. This had to be the girl who had kissed Kiera. She’d told me her name in a later conversation…Cheyenne. They’d had the same class, and then they’d been study partners, and then Cheyenne had taken a chance and kissed her. I knew it should have made me mad—someone kissing my girl at least deserved a scolding—but damn if the image didn’t turn me on.

Kiera could tell I knew from the look on my face. She rolled her eyes at me, then shoved my shoulder. “Why don’t you go have a seat with my parents?”

I couldn’t help but tease her. “You sure? Are you…good…here?” Because if there’s a problem, I could stay. And watch.

Even though I was making it sound like I’d be okay with it, I already knew I wouldn’t be—I didn’t share anymore, not even with girls. Still, there was something primal and appealing about two girls making out, and I could not stop picturing it. And leaving all the potential jealousy out of it…it was pretty fucking hot.