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“Of course.”

I grab a beer and settle back in my seat, reaching out to drag my hands up his bare thighs while he works. And fuck, this is perfect.

I don’t ever want this to change.

I want this forever.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

DEAN

“I think I saw Ben with a shit ton of dildos,” I say, and Avery’s eyes widen, a laugh slipping from his lips.

“The fuck?”

“Yeah, I went over this morning to ask him to go to breakfast but he can’t until tomorrow. Anyway, I saw him shoving a bunch of dildos into a duffle bag.”

“Well, that must be traumatizing.”

“It was,” I say, running a hand across my face. “I need to bleach my eyeballs. Fuck. I don’t want to know what he’s doing with those.”

“Me either. Jesus.” Avery says just as his phone rings.

He glances down at it, and my fists clench when I think it could be Nick. But it’s not. His lips curl up and he taps his screen to answer.

“Hold that thought…Amanda!”

“Hey, loser,” she says and then giggles. He’s put her on speaker, and I feel happy to be included in the conversation.

“If I’m a loser, then what are you?”

“Your most favorite sister,” she replies, making me chuckle.

Avery grins at me, and Amanda gasps, “Oh, who are you with? Are you with someone?”

I arch an eyebrow at Avery, waiting to see what he’ll say. What does he think we are?

“Well, it’s my roommate…a guy I kind of like.”

“Kind of?” Amanda asks and then snorts.

“I mean…I guess I like him more than I’d rather admit.”

My cheeks flush and I pull him into me, making him squeak slightly.

“He likes me a hell of a lot,” I grumble, and Amanda squeals.

“Oh! Oh, are you boyfriends? Oh, do I get to meet him in San Diego? Avery, please bring him to San Diego.”

“Would you like to come to San Diego with me?” he asks, and I pull him in for a kiss.

“I would. I’d like to meet your sister.” I really want her approval.

“Oh yes, I can’t wait. Mom and Dad didn’t want me to go, but I’ve raised the money I need to go all by myself, so they can’t really stop me.”

“Good. Just don’t tell them you’re seeing me.”

“Oh, that’s top secret, bro. Don’t worry. I don’t want them to know anything about my life. I can’t wait until I’m eighteen so I can move out.”

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