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I grin widely, my mouth behaving this time, and Dean chuckles.

“What are you up to tonight?” Dean asks Ben.

Ben shifts in his chair, taking another bite. “Well, not much…hanging out with some friends.”

“That’s nice,” Dean stares at his son for a moment before turning back to the fire. “Well, you’re welcome to come by for dinner anytime.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Ben takes another small bite and sighs. “This is really good though, Avery.”

“Thank you.”

“Where did you learn to cook?”

“Oh, I taught myself.”

“Amazing. I’m not a great cook, but I manage.”

We sit in silence for a while, the fire crackling between us. I try to get some words out, but they die as quickly as the sparks bursting from the wood and disappear into the night sky. These two men are quiet as mice.

When Ben finally leaves, Dean puts the fire out with some sand and opens the door for me. By this time, I’m mostly sober.

And honestly, ready for bed and a nice jerk-off session. I mean, you can only ask me to keep it together for a short time. Dean’s butt is a major temptation. Big time.

“I’ll finish up the dishes,” Dean says, and I protest, but he sends me to bed.

I go reluctantly, taking a peek over my shoulder one more time before disappearing into the bathroom to shower. When I’m done, I climb straight under the covers.

I have work tomorrow.

I need sleep.

And if my hand slips beneath my pants for a light jerk, there is nothing I can do about it.

My phone beeps in the middle of the night and I roll over to grab at it.

The area code of the number flashing across the screen has me sitting up and swiping at it without thought. It has to be her. It has to be.

“Amanda?”

“Hey, butthead.”

I let out a small laugh. “Hi, how did you manage to call me? Are Mom and Dad dead?”

“Ha. I wish, but no. I’m out with a friend. He said he’d let me use his phone.”

My lips fall. “What kind of friend?”

“Don’t worry. He’s gay, like you.”

“Oh my god. Well, don’t let Mom and Dad know. They’ll riot.”

“Oh, I won’t. I don’t tell them anything. I’m basically the best liar. I could become a CIA agent.”

I sigh, and she does the same. “But really, I’ve missed you. How are you?”

I want to tell her about everything, but I know we probably don’t have much time.

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