Page 184 of Breaking the Rules
Dean shrugs like he has no idea what's going on.
He and Wes are locked into some sort ofwho gives less of a fuckcompetition.
Fuck, the two of them together is either the best or worst thing that could happen.
They aren't the same—Dean tries so much harder to get a reaction, Wes tries so much harder to convince people he doesn't care about their reaction—but they're both devil may care attention whores.
Wes always made Blacklist Tattoo interesting.
Difficult.
But interesting.
And now he's here.
Fuck, that means a lot.
Even if he's flirting with Emma to piss me off.
Even if he's here to taunt me.
He's still here.
I nod aheyto my brother. Cross the room to him. Spot Griffin.
He's sitting on one of the benches in the lobby, his arm around a pretty redhead, his lips pressed into ababy, I can't wait to fuck you senselesssmile.
His dark eyes flit around the room.
Catch mine.
He nods a hello.
There's so much in it.
In him being here.
That's all Griffin has to do. Show up and nod and I instantly get exactly what he's saying.
He whispers something to his date then plants a kiss on her lips.
It's not soft and sweet. It's a dirty, carnalI'm going to fuck you six ways from Sundaything.
But there's still a connection between them.
He's always fucked around because he enjoys it.
He's always savored hisexperiences.
We've all been the benefactors of his generosity. Guy has a hell of a mouth. His replays are more evocative than any porn I've ever seen.
His date slips away with anI'll miss yousmile.
He nods to the bench opposite his.
It shouldn't feel like such a big deal, him inviting me over, but it does. For a long time, I thought that was it. That none of my friends or family would ever choose to see me again.
Now, two of them are here.
