Page 65 of Love Potion

“What’s it about?” Jerryn asks.

“Bisexual men.” Salem wiggles his shoulders. “They’ve been meeting in each other’s houses, but they’ve always wanted to support a queer business if they could.”

“That’s fucking cool,” Kit says. “What do they do at the group?”

“Caller said they just talk about their experiences or get advice from the others. They talk about the challenges of being bi as male presenting people.”

“I dated a bisexual guy,” I say. “He said he got shit all the time about not picking a side or actually being gay but not admitting it. It seemed kind of rough.”

“I hope that’s changing,” Salem says. “No one should be judged for the way they love.”

I glance at Jerryn and he smiles before blowing out a breath. “Things are getting better.”

Everyone is silent for a moment as Jerryn continues.

“I’m not bisexual,” he adds, “but my sexuality is a little different from what you might think.”

I rub his shoulder. I’m so proud of him right now.

“Different?” Indy asks.

Jerryn nods. “I’ve never talked about it because I wasn’t really sure where I fell. I knew I wanted to date men, but I don’t experience attraction the same way as a lot of people probably do.”

Jerryn glances at me and I wink.

“I’m on the ace spectrum,” he says, and I know it took a lot to get the words out. “And demisexual.”

“Not to be dense, but what does that mean?” Kit asks.

“I resonate with gray-ace and demi, which means I feel infrequent or inconsistent attraction, but it’s only possible when there’s an emotional connection. Learning about it changed my entire view, and it made my dating life make a lot more sense.”

“That’s what you meant when you said…” Kit’s words trail off.

“What?” I ask.

“Yes,” Jerryn says, even though I’m still lost. “When you guys asked me why not me and Bane, that’s why.”

“When did this conversation happen?” I ask.

“When that guy called Jerryn,” Salem says. “The guy he dated.”

“Right after you stomped off to get water.” Kit grins at me.

I nod, remembering how that text from Alec started the ball rolling that got us where we are now.

“Turns out, I was wrong,” Jerryn continues. When I glance over at him, he’s looking down but his cheeks are bright red. “Bane accepts me the way I am.”

“Well, duh,” Salem says. Indy smacks his arm.

“Are you low-key telling us something, Jerr?” Indy asks.

Jerryn nods. “Yeah. We’re finally together.”

“Hell yeah.” Kit squeezes my shoulder from behind. “’Bout time you made the conversion, man.”

“It is.”

“That’s awesome,” Salem says, patting Jerryn’s arm. “I’m happy for you guys.”

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