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“No. Never had the urge. Just waiting to find the right person. The right man.”

I wink at him, and his skin reddens. It’s cute, the way he responds to li’l old me. It’s tantalizing. Addicting.

“Yeah, that’s right. You’re gay.”

“The gayest.”

“Yeah, I know.”

We smile at one another and he slowly eats the rest of his food and then goes for seconds. I’m doing the dishes by the time he’s finally done. When the dishwasher is loaded, we make our way outside, the air crisp and cold. Dean hands me a blanket, and I pull it over my shoulders as he lights the fire.

I may stare at the way his pants pull over his ass as he bends down. His underwear shows and a little bit of his ass crack too.

I may stare a little too hard.

My eyes grow dry and I have to blink several times to make sure they don’t stick to my eyelids.

“You okay?”

“Yep, just the smoke.” It’s a lie. A terrible one at that. It’s not the smoke. It’s his ass on display in those terrible pants that do things to his curves. My mouth is watering and so are my eyes.

I can’t look away.

I must. I can’t admit my pervy thoughts.

So I stare at the ground for a long time. A spider moves over theblades of grass, trying to find a home. I hope it doesn’t wander into the fire and die.

“Let me get you something to sit on.” He pulls a chair up next to me and I plop down, my eyes moving from the spider to the blooming fire.

Dean leans back in his chair, those thick thighs spread wide, and I may peek over at his dick. Just a sneaky little glance. I can tell it’s big and thick, even while soft.

I look away.

“Is the smoke bothering you? You’re blinking a lot.”

I huff a laugh. If he only knew.

“Oh, I’m fine. It’s just…you know…a blink. Several in fact. Lots of blinking.”

He glances at me, a smile forming on his lips. “Yeah. Like I said.”

I snort and then run a hand through my hair. “I think I drank too much.”

“Seems so.”

“Listen, I’m…well, I’m not a lush and I don’t drink that often.”

“You put down an entire bottle.”

“Yeah, what are you gonna do about it, Mr. Dean?”

Before he can respond, I hear a commotion behind me.

“Oh. Hello,” Ben says, looking a little sheepish. “I didn’t know you were here, Avery. Am I interrupting?”

I wet my lips, feeling like I’m intruding on something. This is his son. And I’ve been having very dirty thoughts about his father. Oh my.

“No, you’re not. Avery is just crashing here for a while.”

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