Page 286 of Breaking the Rules
I guess I should be more helpful. And less lost in daydreams of coffee and perfect boyfriends. "No sex in my apartment."
"Em, how could you?" Dean teases.
"You gonna invite her?" Wes asks.
Dean shoots Chloe ayou into thatlook.
She shakes her head. "No offense, Em."
"None taken. I know you're more into blondes."
She laughs. "That's exactly it." She and Dean share a look.
He crosses the room to her. Wraps his arms around her. Spins her. Actually spins her.
She giggles as she wraps her arms around his neck. Then whispers anI love youin his ear.
He whispers it back.
It's sweet.
Which is weird.
Since when is Dean sweet?
Wes shakes his head. "All that affection is disgusting, huh?"
"Jealousy isn't attractive." Griffin steps into the living room. Crosses to Wes. Musses his hair.
Wes slaps his hand away and shoots him a death glare.
Griffin lets out a low, hearty chuckle. "Can you tell he's trying to get in your pants?"
"You wouldn't fit." I tug at the belt loop of my skinny jeans.
"Had that problem before." Wes laughs.
Oh, God. I set him up for that perfectly.
Am I really that out of it?
"Just need time and tenderness and a little lube. Anything for you." He winks as he moves out the door.
Griffin follows with ayou're ridiculoushead shake. Though he seems entertained by Wes's antics.
"You've got competition." I turn to Dean. "He might be more obnoxious than you are."
Dean motions being stabbed in the gut.
Chloe giggles.
Then he plays it up. Stumbles backward. Falls onto his ass. Splays out like he's dead.
It's Dean.
Entertaining.
But—"You here to help or to make a fool of yourself?"
