Tracey POV
The next day, I was up in the Tempest room, helping her wash her hair. Storm had asked me to come up and keep her company; he had a lot of organising to do, and Tempest was in a chatty mood.
"Doom was quiet, polite, and didn't once try to chat me up. Tempest, is he gay?" I asked, because why else would he not want to chat me up? When the other two did. I was a little disappointed at the thought, but it would explain why he even pretended to touch me or brush against me.
"Storm had said he was, but I feel Doom likes both, I have seen him kissing a girl, with as much passion as he did with a guy. How do you feel about that? Can you share with a man? Are you interested?" Tempest asked, and I thought about it. He had a gentle way about him that didn't scare me, as most men do; h
