Page 9 of Learning to Change

Hey, he worked again.

Cuddles were amazing.

“Thank you.” And we were both so polite. “Oh, and thank you for my cutie kisses. That was wonderful.”

I was adorable.

Dean blinked again, probably because the vodka had dried out his eyes, but he didn’t get stuck in his head again. “I’m glad. It was…it was an impulse decision.”

“You have great impulses.” Kissing his cheek because he’d said that was a great limit, I wiggled closer. “Do another.”

“Oh.” Blink. Blink. Yep, he needed eye drops. “Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I got to be naked and cute, and I’d gotten to come and I was getting cuddles.

This was the best date ever and it wasn’t even a date.

Best friends were wonderful.

How had I not known that sooner?

“Okay.” Dean looked kind of confused but that could’ve been because he was thirsty. “I’ll…I’ll be impulsive.”

“I would appreciate that.” Yes, if I remembered that word, I was thirsty too. “Thank you.”

Yes, that was cute too.

“You’re welcome.” Something made Dean blink. “No, we’re not doing that circle again.”

“I like circles.” I made one on his lap with my hips. “See?”

He groaned. “I’m too sober for this.”

“You’re thirsty.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I wiggled again. “Circles. Time to be impulsive.”

“Who let us get you drunk?” Dean was doing his best to frown and look serious, but he was just a sub trying to take care of another sub and that was adorable. “I can’t be impulsive.”

“You already promised to.” Kissing his cheek made him roll his eyes and he tried not to smile. Ha. “No take backs. That was one of our rules tonight.”

If it wasn’t, it should’ve been.

Dean’s brows scrunched together. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Are you sure?” I pointed to Tate’s cup that was now on the floor. “You had a lot of juice.”

That made him huff. “I’ve had a lot of booze.”

Hmm, not the point. “I was promised impulsive stuff.”

“I don’t know how you talk me into shit.” He seemed to think it was hard because he was frowning and grumbly.

“Tate? Can I tell him it’s easy to talk him into stuff?” It’d never been hard, even when we’d first started living together freshman year.

“No.” Tate came out with another cup full of wonderful decision-making juice. “He’ll pout.”

“Okay.” With that settled, I didn’t tell Dean and I smiled again. “Wasn’t my tiny dick so cute?”

I was sooo cute.

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