Page 31 of Mary had a Little Harem

Chapter 8: Go With The Gay

Relieved, Mary splashed a handful of water in her face. It was good being on her own in the bathroom so she could cool herself down. Even if it was just a game, the four had gotten very intense about it and the atmosphere changed from the moment Nico commanded the group. It had gotten… Hot.

Happy to steal a moment for herself, the image of the brunette popped back into her head. The way her pink lips curled and her nose scrunched as she happened to slaughter a whole horde of goblins. Not exactly the sexiest of activities, and yet… She looked so sexy when concentrated. Mary wondered if she’d still have that intense look on her face when she was being distracted by—

“Why am I thinking those kind of thoughts?” Mary asked her reflection, staring at the dark-haired image of herself. She never really felt that way about women, but then again, both Sam and Louis had taken her off guard. Maybe it was the cold. Or she’d drank a spiked cocoa. Whatever it was, Mary couldn’t remember the last time she felt as drawn to someone as she felt to this group. She wasn’t even sure if she’d ever felt this flushed.

She inspected her cheeks, wondering if she was visibly blushing. If they picked up on that, surely, she wouldn’t live down all the teasing they did.

“Are you okay?”

Startled, Mary jumped up to find Nico in the door opening.

“Uum…” she stuttered, confused why the door wasn’t locked. Hadn’t she done that when she got in? Or did she just forget? Had she been that flustered?

“I’m sorry if we scared you off. It can get a bit… Intense.” Nico smiled, leaning against the frame as she studied Mary.

“No, no. I’m just not used to being around a lot of people,” Mary half-confessed, half-lied. Nico was right, it was intense, but probably not in the way she meant it.

“So it’s not me?”

Mary frowned. Why would she possibly have an issue with Nico?

“What do you mean?” she voiced her question, studying the petite brunette. Nico chuckled softly, running a hand through her pixie cut.

“The guys and I are just friends. We’ve always been, so you don’t need to worry about me,” she smiled, winking at the other woman to put her at ease. Mary’s cheeks heat up and she hid the blush by turning away from Nico.

“Oh, yes, I figured,” she replied, hoping she wasn’t revealing the effect Nico had on her.

A jolt sparked through Mary’s body as Nico placed her hand on her upper arm. Startled, she turned to meet the brunette’s eyes.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Nico asked softly, concern flicking through her eyes. Surprised, Mary noted they were a deep emerald green. That was unusual. And enchantingly beautiful too.

“Yes, it’s just a lot to take in. And I’m not talking about the guys cocks,” she joked, immediately regretting her choice of words. Why was she always so blunt? Nico said she wasn’t interested, but did she really mean it? Maybe this was just the trigger of jealousy she needed.

Nico laughed out loud, her green eyes brimming with amusement. “They sure try and stick their dick in any pretty girl they see. Horny men.”

“In you too?” Mary inquired, double checking whether she was dealing with just a friend or an ex.

“Hah, Sam tried in the beginning. But he’s not my type.”

“The three of them are very different though. None of them your type?” How neither Sam, Louis, or Noel could be anyone’s type, Mary would never understand. All three of them were so distinctly different, she couldn’t imagine a girl wouldn’t find something about them attractive.

“Oh no, they all have a bit too much…” Nico replied, waving her hands in front of her legs.

“A bit too much?” Mary frowned, studying the brunette in front of her. Why did she follow her again? To check up on her or to murder her?

“Too much cock,” the short-haired woman clarified, chuckling to herself.

“Ooh… So you like smaller dicks?” As best as she could, Mary made sure to keep any judgement out of her voice. Everyone had their own preference and not all women liked their men hung as a horse.

“Hahaha, oh no.” Nico’s laugh filled the bathroom and Mary would’ve been offended, if she hadn’t really liked her smile.

“Then what?”

“I’m gay,” Nico added, running her hand through her short hair as she watched Mary’s reaction carefully. The moment right after she outed herself was always telling. It would usually reveal just how homophobic people were.

“You’re.... Gay,” Mary slowly repeated, the light suddenly flicking on. Now it all made sense. Nico was gay.

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