Page 17 of Hooking Up
Chapter Four
Walker
"You smell like pussy." Dean smiles wide. It's his usualI'm going to turn everyone's life upside downsmile.
The guy's been my closest friend for ten years now, and I'm still not sure when he's serious and when he's fucking with me.
"And?" I move to the hand sink in the back and turn it on.
Dean follows. "And you've been finished for two minutes without offering details."
"Guess I'm not as depraved as you." I run the water warm and pump soap into my hands.
"You'll get there."
I rinse. Towel dry. Turn off the faucet. "We all need goals." Not that I have any at the moment. I have everything I want. I'm a co-owner. The shop is kicking ass. I spend my days putting ink to people's skin and my nightsenjoyingthe women of the greater Los Angeles area.
Life is good.
Except for shit with Bree.
But that's staying in the corner of my mind.
I'm done picking up the pieces.
I'm done hoping she'll give a fuck about getting better.
I'm done, period.
"So…" He leans against the wall and shoots me a look.Spill it.
"It was amazing." There's something about Iris. Not just the way her body responds to mine. Or her lush thighs against my cheeks. Or her soft tits.
Fuck, I'm getting distracted.
Dean taps his toe against the floor. "That's it? It was amazing?"
"Yeah."
"You like her or something?"
"I'm twenty-four."
"And?"
"Don't you think we're getting old for this shit?"
"Are you hearing this, Leigh?" He turns to the front desk. Shoots Leighton anisn't this the worst thing everlook.
"I don't know. Who's Leigh?" She folds her arms.
"It's cute," Dean insists.
"What if I call you D?" she asks.
"Don't. He'll like it," I say.
He's already smiling. "That's how you think of me, as D?"
