“You know what?” Ian continues. “I think I need to meet him. Maybe I can do the same toxic bestie convo you gave to Callum when we first started dating.”
“Donot.” Snickering, I avoid his prying eyes and focus on my phone instead.
Sure enough, it was Dean who texted me, and it’s just a bunch of photos of a sock I left on the bathroom floor with a joking rant about how I’m a slob.
sniff it and maybe you’ll feel better
That’s fucking gross don’t say that
lmao
Then I pause. On one hand, asking Dean to come over, not two hours after I left his house, would be weird. Then again, if I start integrating him into my group of friends, that might solidify us being casual.
So I make the silent decision to go for it.
oh by the way my friends want to meet you
come over?
Lmfao
You’re allowed to say you miss me
I’ll be over in ten
wear something hot
Sounds good, I’ll show up wearing your clothes
DO NOT
I let Ian and Jeremy know the plans, choosing to ignore their stupid jokes about Dean being whipped already, and subtly fix my hair so I look presentable.
God, why am I concerned about looking presentable for him? He knows what I look like right when I wake up, which is disheveled and at least a little repulsive. But then again, we didn’t do anything this morning, and now that he’s coming over, my hopes are raised for a little privacy and a lot of fun later on.
Chuckling to myself, I shake my head and push those thoughts out of my mind, waiting impatiently for Dean to show up.
When there’s a knock on the door a few minutes later, I don’t get a chance to answer because Ian beats me to it. He leaps up to let Dean in, and I hold my breath.
Then I let it out because Ian’s keeping Dean in the entryway.
“Hey, you must be Dean,” he says, extending a hand. “I’m Ian.”
“Nice to meet you.”
Ian’s back is to me, but I can hear the smile through his tone. “Now before I let you in, I need to ask you some questions. First, what are your intentions with Nick?—”
Dean scoffs. “You can’t be serious.”
“Nah, I’m not,” Ian relents, stepping aside to finally let Dean in. “It’s great meeting you, man.”
Now it’s Jeremy’s turn to say hi, and I heave myself up to do the same. I reach Dean right as he’s offered a drink, and something gives me a burning urge to kiss that cute fucking face smack dab on the lips.
No, he’shot, not cute.
Cute is for guys I’d want to get mushy with and take on a date. Hot is for guys, orthisguy, who turns me on, and who Imanhandle and throw onto my bed in preparation for the kind of fun I’ve been trying to have for ages.
Never mind that the two aren’t mutually exclusive, or that I wouldn’t say no to taking Dean out if things were different.
