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It’s over before it starts.
Dean leans back. A roguish smile tattooing his lips. “Or I’ll do more than that.”
Through a haze of lust, “Is that a threat?”
“Nope.” His smile softens. “It’s a promise.”
Aswooshwanes through my abdomen.
“I’ll see you in an hour, lovebird.” He brushes a calloused thumb over my lips.
Dean walks away with his shoulders hunched, back stricken, and hand flexed.
Gosh, he makes me blush.
CHAPTER 22
“You are beautiful,” Dean offers his hand.
This outfit almost didn’t make it out of the closet.
My first official date with Dean. The fit has tothrowa fit.
“Thank you,” I blush, taking his hand. I chose a casual, drop-waisted emerald dress.
“We don’t match,” Dean grumbles under his breath. He’s wearing a loose black dress shirt with linen pants to match.
“Yes, we do.” Cue lopsided smile. “My dress and your,” pointing at him. “Eyes.”
His lips twitch. “You’re good at flirting, lovebird.”
“Thank you, ogre.” My chest warms at the praise.
“But the fact still stands,” his hands are the perfect temperature. We walk to one of the cars in the driveway. Hina and Katarina left before us. “We’re notnoticeablymatching.”
Dean looks upset by this. I unclip the two hairclips near my crown. Dean watches me as I clip it onto his breast pocket. “There,” I take a step back. “Now we’renoticeablymatching.”
Our moment is broken when someone clears their throat.
Lois stands with a small, vlogging camera. “We should get going.” She hands the card to Dean, unlocking the car, and takes the back seat.
“No one went with Hina and Kat.” I’m confused getting into the passenger seat. “Then why…?”
Lois shrugs, “Just doing what Austin told me.”
Dean’s back is stiff as a rod. I’ve seen his discomfort in front of the cameras and having someone follow us on our first official date? Not fun.
Plus, Lois has a precedent of controlling the day.
Dean starts the car.
“You should read the riddle before we go.” Lois clears her nose, shuffling forward with the camera switching back and forth on our faces.
With forced cheeriness, “Sure,” I say.
Dean has the card out before I look at him. “It starts with a lump, a twirling vision. Not much to be seen, until you put your hands on me. Give me a slap, turn me around, and watch as I become divine.”
Lump? Twirling vision? Give me a slap?
