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Probably warm and cool at the same time.

“You’ll stay with me.”

My eyes snap up to his. “Um, what? Dean, absolutely not!”

“Absolutely, you will. You have any other options?”

I huff and glance away.

“Well, no, but I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“It’s no imposition. You have your shit?”

I scoff because I didn’t think to grab anything when I made my escape. I was just glad to be out of that toxic living environment. Not to mention, they’d kind of, sort of locked me out, anyway. I couldn’t have gone back if I’d tried.

Homophobic assholes.

“Do you or don’t you have your stuff?” he asks, and I roll my eyes very dramatically.

“I don’t have it. It’s still at the apartment.”

“We’ll grab it at lunch,” he says and then nods, likeyep, it’s settled.

It’s not settled. Not at all.

“Dean,” I begin. “I’m not staying with you. What about Ben?”

“Ben took the room over the detached garage a while ago. I have a spare room in the house that’s all yours.”

Oh god, living with him…I’m going to need to jack off like morning, noon, and night. What if he walks around in a tiny towel after a shower or walks around in nothing at all? My heart will not survive. I should make a will for when I eventually expire.

In fact, I should call a lawyer on my break. I need someone to leave my high heels to.

“This isn’t up for discussion.”

That commanding voice. Ugh, just get me hard right now, why don’t you? I turn my body slightly so he can’t make out my dick perking up between my legs. It’s why I’ve taken to wearing baggy clothes around this place.

My propensity toward skirts and booty shorts doesn’t allow for the numerous erections I get just by being in Dean’s general vicinity. Hence, the overalls. Plus, I don’t think my preferred attire would go over well here.

These men are very…masculine. And I’m…well, I’m not. Standing at five-foot-five, I’m gangly and thin with long legs, long hair, and an obsession with high heels. I’m not afraid these guys would harm me over it, but I am wary of what they would think if I showed up all dolled up.

I’m not sure they could handle it or if they would accept me like that.

I’m not sure if I’m ready to come out and do it, either.

Accepting myself for who I am has been a bit of a journey, one that I’m still on. I think I’ll need to take some baby steps. I don’t have the confidence yet to unleash it all into the world. Although, I have always wondered how they would react if I showed up here wearing exactly what I want to wear. Maybe I’d start slow…just a skirt and a short top with sneakers. I wonder what they’d think. Would they even say anything?

Would Dean like it?

In my dreams, maybe.

“Fine,” I say and then move around him toward his desk. “I’ll stay with you for a few days. Now get out of here. I have work to do.”

I plop down on his chair as Dean swivels his head around, a smirk on his lips.

“We’re leaving at twelve,” he tells me.

“Can we take the motorcycle?” I ask, and Dean’s lips turn up at the corners.

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