Page 81 of Dean

His tongue peeks out, wetting his lips. “We could do that.”

My hand leaves his chest and I hold it out, offering him a handshake. He stares down at it and his thick fingers engulf mine.

“Slow?” I murmur.

“Slow.”

“Shouldn’t have told him to go slow,” I say as I wrap myself up in his jersey and lie on my bed. After eating my weight in tacos and queso, I showered and brushed my teeth, then watched a movie on the couch with him, sitting very far away. Too far away, in fact. But I told him we’d slow down.

My ass can wait.

I can totally wait.

My phone buzzes and I stare down at it.

The same unknown number flashes up with a text message lingering beneath it.

Unknown Number:

I know you have it. Linc doesn’t. Give it back or else!

Me:

I don’t have it, pea brain. Or can you not read?

Unknown Number:

I will come over and make you give it to me.

Me:

Try it and see what happens.

My heart picks up at my blatant invitation to come over, but I won’t be intimidated by him. This started off with me thinking he’s just an idiot, but the fucker really thinks I stole his shit.

Turning my phone off, I close my eyes and inhale, trying to center myself just as the door opens and Dean appears, wearing only his sweatpants and nothing else. My anxiety evaporates, replaced with lust. Because I can make out the curve of Dean’s cock and the ripple of his muscles as he grabs onto the top of the door frame. It’s a dangerous position. It makes him look even more delicious than normal.

I’m talking Michelin stars.

“Hey, you okay?” I ask, sitting up and tucking my hair behind my ears.

He rolls his lips between his teeth and his hands fall to his sides.

“I was just thinking…” He takes a step closer to me, and then another. He doesn’t stop until he’s standing where I’m now sitting, his knees hitting the edge of the bed.

“What were you thinking?” I ask him, my words a whisper.

“I was thinking…I feel complicated, confusing things about you.”

“Oh.”

“And I think I’m scared of moving forward, but at the same time…”

“Yeah?”

“I’m also thinking…fuck going slow.”

“Oh. Oh my god.”

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