Page 287 of Breaking the Rules
"Dean's always here to make a fool of himself." She crouches next to him. Reaches for his pocket. "Should we raid his stuff?"
I nod.
She slips her hand into his front pocket.
He looks up at her. "Fuck, I feel like Sleeping Beauty in a porno. Skipping the foreplay?"
She laughs. "Yeah, I'm going to give you a hand job right here."
"I'd rather fuck you. But if that's what you want…" He turns to me with a shrug. "Sorry, Em. But I can't deny my girl—"
"Girl?"
He nods.
"I'm not a girl."
"You prefer woman?"
"Yeah."
"Can't deny my woman."
"You will deny her." I point to the door. "Carry more things."
He jumps—actually jumps—to his feet.
Chloe stands with him. Kisses him goodbye.
Then he moves out the door.
She turns to me with an apologetic shrug.
"I know, I know. You're madly in love and he has that Prince Albert." I try to sound annoyed, but I'm not. They're cute. And their affection is palpable. I want that for them. I want the world happy and in love.
I'm one of those sappy idiots I used to mock.
"He didn't bring it up," she says.
"That's growth."
Her eyes get dreamy. She shakes off her mental images of her boyfriend's dick and turns to me. "You want me unpacking or bringing in boxes?"
"Do I have to separate you and Dean to get you to behave?"
"Not sure anything can get him to behave."
Probably true. "You really like him, huh?"
Her smile gets as dreamy as her eyes. "He's a good guy. And—"
"The massive cock."
"It doesn't hurt."
"Does it ever?"
She laughs. "If I try to move too fast."
