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Always too good for me.

Beau continues to sit perched near me, his chin on my thigh until I finally decide to head back home. I want to go back to Dean, to hold him, to suck his dick and kiss him.

I want to do all the things.

Beau looks pleased with my decision to put Dean out of his misery and ushers me to the door, patting me on the shoulder. “I’m so glad you chose me to come to. You can stop by anytime, you know? I’m here to listen and not come up with any solutions to anything.”

I let out a small laugh. “Yeah, you were shit at helping me decide what to do, but it was nice to just have someplace to go.”

“Anytime. Really. I’m so glad we met. I don’t have many gay friends, but I want to, you know? We’re all going through something similar.”

“Yeah, we are. Although you’re not into an older straight man who is having a sexual awakening…”

He sighs, his eyes twinkling. “Yes, but maybe one day I’ll be the reason a man decides another man is for him.”

“We can only hope.”

“And we can only dream.”

He winks at me, and then I step outside of his small apartment, moving toward my car to head home. As I do, I see someone in ahoodie waiting in the shadows. It’s ominous and scary, and the thought that it could be Nick makes me pick up my pace. Fuck, is he stalking me now?

What a fucking night.

Without another thought, I get in my car and hit the lock button without waiting to see who it is lurking about. If it was Nick, he wasn’t fast enough. He didn’t get to me. Oh, thank fuck.

To think he could be watching me from the shadows makes me sick to my stomach. Maybe he’s more serious about this than I thought.

Or maybe it was just some random person waiting outside.

I don’t know. All I do know is that I fucked up. I’ve made some questionable decisions in my life. It might have been for the right reasons, but it was still wrong.

I send a text to Beau to warn him about this creeper outside his apartment complex before pulling out of the parking lot and heading back to Dean’s house. I want to see him. I miss him already.

Sweet Dean, who has messaged me twice more, but to whom I haven’t replied yet.

I’ll just lay it all out when I get home. We can talk face-to-face when I arrive. And when we’re done talking, I can make a decision about whether I’m going to stay or leave.

I really don’t want to fucking leave. But I also have his best interests at heart. I am making his life so messy, so full of drama. He doesn’t want that. He can’t possibly want that.

By the time I arrive back home, I’m a mess. It doesn’t help that Dean is waiting outside, a cigarette in his hand, smoke billowing up around him. Fuck, he looks sexy like this. It’s criminal, really. He should not be allowed to own cigarettes or smoke them. It’s bad for my health.

“Hey,” he says, blowing out smoke and then stubbing his cigarette out as I come to a stop before him. “Where did you go?”

“To Beau’s.”

“That guy who brought you home the other night?”

“Well, yes. Not the one who walked me up, but the one who was passed out in the car. Anyway, it doesn’t matter.” Suddenly, I’m fraughtwith nerves. I can’t do this. “I’m going to…” I point inside the house, and Dean steps out of the way, letting me push past him. He smells like cigarettes, like worry and concern, but I ignore it. I’m worried this is him telling me I should leave.

Moving toward the bedroom, I step toward the closet, pulling out the box my stuff had been haphazardly thrown into by my roommates.I really should invest in some luggage, I think as I stare down at it. I should pack. Just in case. Just in case I need to make a quick escape.

A form appears in my doorway and I peer over, seeing Dean standing there, his arms above his head, his shirt riding up slightly. It’s too much.

“You really need to stop standing like that,” I murmur.

He ignores me, continuing to look like a doorjamb god. “What’s the box for, Avery?”

His voice is dark and sexy and it’s making me hard despite still being hurt and angry. Damn dick. Get with the program, dude.

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