Page 74 of Hooking Up
"Leave for your shit or get to work," Ryan calls.
He has a point. I pack up my shit.
Dean does the same.
Brendon finishes with his customer then whispers something to his girlfriend.
The bell rings.
Iris steps through the door, tight black shorts clinging to her hips, loose blue tank hanging off her shoulders.
All the bullshit at the shop fades away.
I want her against the wall.
My hands under that tank top.
Those shorts at her knees.
The rest of the world gone.
No worrying about my best friend's attitude. Or my sister destroying herself. Or how the fuck I'll get my parents to help when they're textbook enablers.
Dean steps out of his suite. "Iris, right?"
"Yeah." She offers her hand.
He shakes. "I guess you're coming with us."
"Walker invited me. Is that okay?" She bites her lip. "He promised I wasn't imposing. If I am—"
"Nah. The more the merrier. Brendon's coming too." Dean smiles wide. He sells it. To her.
I know better.
I know his bullshit too well.
I grab my backpack and move to the door. "You ready to go?" I look to Dean. "You and Brendon can meet us there."
"I didn't drive." He fights the irritation seeping into his voice.
"It's only five blocks to my place." Brendon steps forward. "We'll grab my car there."
"Awesome." Dean folds his arms.
Worry spreads over Iris's expression.
I don't know what the hell Dean doesn't like about her, but I don't care.
I like her.
I want her in my life.
That's how it's going to be.
