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“Fine, good. Order the food and we can talk more.”

“Oh god, the queso is to die for. Where did you get this? It’s amazing.”

“Just a local place in town. I’ll tell you the name when you can remember it.”

I roll my eyes and shove another chip into my mouth. Come to think of it, I guess I haven’t eaten all day. No wonder those few drinks made me tipsy. I really don’t drink all that often. I usually don’t drink at all. But here I am, getting drunk all the time now.

“Hey, where’s Ben?” I ask.

“Cash stopped by and offered to walk him home.”

“Ah yes, right. See, I can remember anything you tell me. I never forget a word you say, Dean. Just so you know. When it comes to you, I have a mind of steel.”

The man of my dreams meets my gaze. “That so?”

“Yeah. Anyway, I’m sobered up now.”

“Is that what you call this? Is this a new kind of sober?”

“Yeah, it is. And yeah, I might be a little buzzed, but I can understand you just fine. Now, tell me what you were thinking about when you left this morning.”

“Later.”

I sigh and then poke him in the chest.

“Tell me. We need to communicate if we want this to work.”

“So, we’re making this work?”

“Fuck yeah, Dean.” I grab another chip and shove it into my mouth. “We work for this.”

“All right. Fine, I was…processing things.”

“What kinds of things?” I ask, swallowing the chip and nearly choking. Damn thing. This is not giving off ‘Igive good head’ vibes. I can’t even handle a fucking chip.

“Here. Drink more water.”

I gulp it down as I wave my hand in front of my face.

“Avery, look, I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. And then here you are…” His throat bobs. “And you’re a man and…beautiful. I don’t know what to do with myself.”

My mouth opens and closes.

“You don’t need to have it all figured out.”

“I feel like I should. I’m twenty years older than you…”

“So?”

“So, I should know something. But at this moment, I know nothing.”

I take a step toward him, laying my palm against his chest. I can feel the thud of his heart under my hand.

“You don’t need to know everything. Does it feel good—being with me? Tell me that.”

He inhales roughly and nods. “Felt fucking good.”

The way he nearly growls that last word has my cock perking up slightly. “Perfect. Then we keep going. And we can go slow. Really slow. We can even move in reverse if you want.”

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