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Maybe it’s finally time to show the world who I really am.

And to see what Dean really thinks.

CHAPTER TEN

DEAN

I definitely shouldn’t have told him to wear the skirt. I didn’t realize those legs would look so good. Oh, fuck, those legs. They look really nice today.

Really fucking good.

And after last night. Shit. I should be ashamed of myself because after I hid in my room, I lay in bed and touched my cock.

I edged myself to thoughts of him. But I never came.

Fuck, why does he pull this out of me? Why do I feel this kind of need when he’s around? It’s just been growing. Every hour. Every minute. Despite trying and failing to explain it, to reason with my brain, my body wants what it wants.

My mind goes to his legs this morning in the car, crossed delicately as he texted on his phone.

He was texting Beau, he said.

I barely made that out because his legs were there, so long and smooth and toned.

My head knocks against the hood of a car as I stand up too quickly,and Ford glances over at me, probably wondering what the hell is wrong with me.

Well, Ford. I’m just distracted by my employee who lives with me…and wears my jersey to bed.

My mind shifts again and I wonder what’s under the skirt he’s wearing. Last night, I knew he was naked under that jersey. I could feel it—could feel his bare ass cheeks in my hands.

Why the hell is he so tempting? What is it about him?

But fuck, Avery is so…he’s so alluring.

Maybe Ford is right. Maybe sometimes things just change. His long, smooth hair and the shape of his body, all lithe and soft. He’s so damn pretty. All the goddamn time. I can’t keep my hands off him. I find reasons to touch him. I don’t know if I’ll ever want to stop. I definitely don’t want to stop.

“Just tired,” I say because I am. I barely slept last night, my dick aching between my legs. But like I said, I didn’t get off.

How damn inappropriate would that be? He’s my son’s age. He’s vulnerable and homeless at the moment. He just opened up to me and shared how he was assaulted, and there I was, trying not to tug on my dick like a horny teen.

It’s why I ran off, why I dumped him on the sofa and split. I needed a minute to breathe, to think rationally.

“Is it ’cause Avery is wearing that skirt?” Ford asks softly, his dark eyes meeting mine.

My best fucking friend looks so damn confused. Well, welcome to the club. I am too. I had no idea he was into skirts and makeup until recently.

“He likes what he likes,” I say, and Ford shrugs.

“It’s cool. He looks good in it.”

My brows meet and I glower at him. “Don’t be lookin’ at him, man. Seriously.”

Ford grins. “Ha. Knew it…”

My cheeks flush, and I set my tools down, moving away from him so quickly that I knock my hand against the fender. Shit, that hurts. I’ll end up dead by the end of the day if I keep this up. I really need life insurance if Avery is going to walk around here looking so pretty.

“Better figure this out before you end up killing yourself,” Ford says very unhelpfully, and I scowl at him.

“You could look at porn. That helped me figure out I’m bi.”

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