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Indignant, she laughed out loud. “Are you kiddingme? A tall, muscly hot guy who won’t give head?You’rethe tease! I’m only being fair. Imagine having a girlfriend who wasn’t willing to suck your dick, Dane—”
He cut her off. “Alright, alright. Tell you what.” He let out a sigh. “I’ll give it a try.”
She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “You’ll try!”
“But I can’t promise I’ll be any good, so don’t get your hopes up.”
“I don’t care if you’re good. I just want you to be willing to try.”
“Well, we should probably get outta here.” Dane hopped off the exam table, and helped Austen off, too.
“Back to your place?” she asked.
“The boys are probably there, still …” he trailed off.
“I’d say we could go to my apartment,” she said, “but I’m kind of embarrassed for you to see it.”
“You don’t strike me as the messy type,” he said as he opened the door for her. “You’re not a hoarder, are you?”
“God, no. But I do live in a studio apartment. It’s tiny. Like, shoebox tiny.”
“So what?”
“Well—” she huffed, “you have such a nice house!”
Dane laughed. “What am I, some kind of king? You think I can only step foot in million-dollar homes?”
“I don’t know! I thought you might be weird about it.”
“Nah,” he said. “I love to see how the peasants live. Keeps my ego in check, you know?”
She rolled her eyes. “Clearly.”
Chapter 36
Austen
Dane insisted on driving his Mercedes one-handed to Austen’s apartment. He said he was feeling better, so Austen didn’t argue. She liked being his passenger, anyway.
Dane stayed quiet while he drove, his eyes glued to the road. Something in his demeanor seemed off—and she was sure it was because of the demands she’d placed on him. Sure, hesaidhe’d do it, but the reality seemed to be hitting him now. She appreciated that he was willing to try, but she didn’t want to feel like she was twisting the guy’s damn arm just to get it. His silence said it all—he was dreading it.
What was worse than no head? Aimless, lazy, uninspired head. A guy with no clue what to do down there, and worse, no desire to improve. A guy who getsyouto hate his mouth on your bits just as much as he hates it himself.
Maybe I should tell him he doesn’t have to do it,she thought, accepting the bitter disappointment.I never should’ve brought it up in the first place.
But then Dane finally spoke and broke the silence.
“So this is kinda random,” he began, “and it’s bothering me but I don’t really know how to talk about it.”
“Just take your time and tell me whatever’s on your mind, Dane.”
“Okay,” he said.
And then he took his time. Alotof time. During the silent lull, Austen was sure he was going to say that he’d been thinking about it, and he’d changed his mind, that giving head was just the one thing he couldn’t do. She’d be disappointed, but she’d understand, and in a way, she’d be thankful that he saved her from the awkward oral.
Finally, he began to speak. “I told you about my breakup at the bowling alley.”
“Yeah, what about it?”
