Page 60 of Advanced Chemistry

“Fuck. Me, too.” The thought of him kissing us, his silky body between us, revved my engine more than anything in the past few minutes.

CHASE IS THE SALT.

“Wait. I thought you didn’t like Chase,” I said.

“We hung out earlier today.”

“Cool,” I said, a twinge of jealousy hitting me.

“We cleared the air, and he’s a good guy. He amplifies my feelings for you, and I think I have feelings for him, too. When the three of us are together, it’s…”

“Magic.” The word slipped from my lips. It was apt, though. There was magic between us. It was a special kind of heat mixed with something deeper.

“We both like Chase?” Sebastian asked, as confused as I was.

“Huh. How about that?” It opened up all new questions for us. My heart expanded with warmth thinking about being with Sebastian and Chase. I wanted more warm and fuzzy and hot and bothered. With them, I could have both. Sebastian’s ripped physique in one arm, Chase’s smooth, soft features in the other.

My guys.

I wanted to have fun and explore with Chase and Sebastian, just as long as it didn’t get serious. They only wanted Bedroom Anton, not Relationship Anton.

“How about that?” Sebastian chuckled to himself. We shared a bewildered gaze between us as he flicked on the TV.

“Schitt’s Creek?” he asked.

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CHASE

Statistically, Fridays were the busiest day on the group chat. My friends were restless after a week of teaching, counting down the minutes until the weekend like our students. We’d share funny things from the week and discuss weekend plans. While I chastised them for texting during the school day, I secretly enjoyed the cellular commotion.

Yet here we were, Friday afternoon, and tumbleweeds were blowing through our group chat. Not even Everett chimed in to complain about something.

Chase: Is this thing on?

Amos: Busy day! My students are giving final presentations, and they’re all shockingly good.

Everett: Chase! Your campaign for Teacher of the Year is picking up steam. I took a broad vote in my theater arts class, and a majority are voting for you.

Amos: Doesn’t your class only have ten students?

Everett: Eleven! And every vote counts. Kids are coming around to you.

Chase: If only they came around to studying harder for my tests.

Amos: Same.

Julian: Same.

Everett:I don’t believe in tests.

Chase: What’s going on tonight?

Amos: Hutch and I are going out to dinner to celebrate the one year anniversary of his promposal.

Chase: Was that an event that typically required an annual celebration?

Amos: I like milestones!

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