Page 5 of Spring Breakup
“That’s lucky.”
“Why?” he grumbled.
“No reason,” she sang.
She left him standing in the middle of the room and curled up in Leo’s lap on a leather couch. Dean took the opportunity to look around. He’d already checked out the room he’d be sharing with Tyler—nice-quality linens, fluffy pillows, cedar ceiling, a small loveseat, and a large window. The cabin was two stories with a big, open living space that included a simple kitchen, a kitchen table, and two sofas framing a cast-iron stove as their heat source, which Leo had gotten up and running. According to Brooks, the stove had a soapstone that only required one or two big fires a day to keep the cabin toasty.
“How’s your room?” Dean asked.
“Nice. Lots of windows and a balcony with a great view of the lake. There’s an outdoor heater out there too,” Leo said. He was nuzzling into Rosie’s neck, and Dean longed to plop down there and get some attention.
“So… with Tyler here, are we going to—I mean… does he know that we sometimes…” Dean shook his head.
“I love it when you blush, Dean. Does Tyler know we fuck sometimes?” Rosie asked as matter-of-fact as ever.
“Yeah. That.” He wasn’t sure where everything stood. Rosie and Leo were one of the only constants in his life. His only deepish relationship. He couldn’t imagine a week in close proximity to them without being… in close proximity to them. It had been a year, and he’d missed them.
Rosie lifted a delicate shoulder. “We’re not going to be doing it in the kitchen while we make dinner. We’ll control ourselves until it’s appropriate.”
“Speak for yourself,” Leo teased and kissed her neck.
Rosie and Leo were in love with each other.Onlyeach other.
Dean would be lying if he said he hadn’t, at certain moments, wished they were interested in more than simply fucking him. It was so comfortable when he was in their bed. So easy.
Too easy maybe. There was no romantic spark between the three of them. That spark existed between Leo and Rosie alone. Dean was just lucky enough to experience its warmth every once in a while.
“I want you to blow me on that balcony, Dean,” Leo said. “No one gives head like you.”
That was exactly what Dean wanted. To be close to his friends. To make them feel good. To enjoy something uncomplicated that put no expectations on him.
He never lived up to expectations.
“You flatterer.”
The bathroom door opened, and they all turned toward Tyler. A frown pulled at Dean’s lips. Tyler looked cozy in aqua sweatpants and an oversized black hoodie. His hair was staticky and wild. Dean couldn’t help but notice the way Tyler’s body filled out those ridiculously bright sweatpants.
“Uh. Hi.” Tyler said. He lifted up his duffel bag. It was full of books. Trivia books. Dean had seen them when he’d gotten it out of the van. “Which room am I in?”
“I’ll show you.” Dean shooed him toward their room, and they went in together.
Tyler’s eyebrows dropped and lifted in quick succession. “That’s a queen bed.”
“So?”
“You said it was a king. You said three could fit in a king, so I expected a king.”
“Oh, sorry.” Rosie and Leo were the ones with a king mattress. He’d been talking about—jokingabout—sleeping with them. “You could sleep on the loveseat if not having those extra five inches of mattress space is such a problem.”
“It’s sixteen inches.”
“What?”
Tyler tilted his chin up. “The difference between a queen and king is sixteen inches in width.”
Did Tyler sell mattresses? Why the hell would he know that?
Dean thought he was a special education teacher.
