Page 43 of The Heartstrings of Harry
It was long before Dean transformed.
It was long before I saw him as someone completely new and different and altogether…fuckable.
And yet, as hot as Dean was to me now, I knew my chances of touching him, kissing him, having him, were zero.
Hell, they were less than zero given the fact that the kid was a famous rock star.
Now that the two of us were alone in my house, I didn’t even know where to start except to say, “You want a hot chocolate? Whatever’s happened, will it help if I make a hot chocolate?”
Dean chuckled and I felt stupid. “Harry, I’m not a kid anymore.”
No, he wasn’t a kid at all.
Then he paused, rethinking his answer and quietly saying, “Actually, a hot chocolate would be… nice.”
I set all the gifts—his and mine—on the kitchen counter. “Marshmallow?” I’d never offered a famous rock star a marshmallow in his hot chocolate before. I felt stupid again.
“Oh yeah,” he smiled. “Yes please.”
I smiled back. “Two hot chocolates with marshmallows coming right up. Why don’t you take a seat on the sofa and relax.”
I heated milk and cocoa in the microwave.
I stirred in some sugar and plopped marshmallows into the mugs, letting them bob in the foamy milk.
I took our drinks to the sofa and handed one to him, then sat beside him.
We sipped.
“God that tastes good,” he said with froth on his top lip.
I grinned. “You have a little… here… let me.”
I touched my finger to his upper lip before I even knew what I was doing, gently wiping the foam away.
I didn’t quite know what to do with it after that, so I quickly put my finger in my mouth and sucked it off.
A hard-on sprang up so fast in my jeans it actuallyhurt.
I couldn’t help but glance down at his crotch, just to get a glimpse, hoping to fulfill the fantasy that there was something going on in his pants too. But his hands were in his lap, covering the one thing I wanted to see.
I raised my gaze quickly, shifting on the couch, stifling a grunt of pain… unsuccessfully.
“You okay?” Dean asked.
“Yeah. I’m… good. Burnt my tongue, that’s all. How are you? I know it’s none of my business but… do you wanna talk about that phone call?”
He looked down at the marshmallow bobbing in his hot chocolate and shook his head. I couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or uncertain or—
“Are you scared to talk about it? Dean, is something scaring you? Because if it is, I can kick whoever’s ass I need to kick.”
His face brightened as he looked up. “You’d do that? For me?”
“Of course I would,” I answered. Before adding, “You’re my best friend’s son. We’re family.”
The second it came out of my mouth I kicked myself.
Dean’s smile faded a little. “Yeah, we’re family. You’re like… an uncle to me.”
