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Dean never cared to entertain my parents. He always stayed away.
But now he’s here.
Anthony. That fuck.
Dean looks up and catches my gaze, looking almost relieved when he sees me and then his eyes swoop to Ford and Ben who are approaching. His gaze drops to their entwined hands and his brow furrows.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I watch as Ben and Ford quickly pull away, Ben’s cheeks flushed, his chest moving up and down frantically. He looks pale and close to passing out.
Anthony holds his drink out and shrugs. “I invited him here to discuss an anniversary gift I’ve commissioned for your parents. If I’d known you’d be here, I would have just deferred to your expertise.”
But I’m barely listening, the rush of blood in my ears a little too loud. Dean’s gaze is moving between us, and I swallow roughly.
Perhaps we can still salvage it. Perhaps we can make this right.
Fuck, we should have told him sooner.
We shouldn’t have kept this a secret.
We should have been more careful.
“I’ll let you have your time,” Anthony says and moves away, disappearing into the crowd, leaving my eyes to ping-pong between Ben, Ford, and Dean.
“What’s going on?” my mom hisses, but no one answers her. She’s just white noise at this point.
Dean cocks his head and then runs a hand down his face, stepping forward and placing his hand on his son’s trembling shoulder. “This has gone on long enough. I think you have something to tell me.”
Ben’s eyes fall to the ground, and he swipes at his eyes before turning and bolting.
He’s running, slipping slightly on the grass as his legs carry him farther and farther away.
Ford moves to go after him, but I grab on to him.
“Wait. Give him a second.”
Ford looks at me, his eyes watery. “But he’s upset. He doesn’t need a second.”
Dean sighs and then reaches out and tugs us a little farther away from my parents, who are glowering at us for making a scene.
That’s all they’ve ever cared about. Appearances.
Dean shakes his head. “No. Let me. I’ll go find him and talk to him.”
“Shit, Dean,” I murmur, and he shakes his head.
“We can all talk about this later. Just know that I know. I’ve known for a while. I might be an idiot sometimes, but I’m not that dumb.”
I swallow loudly, and Ford curses under his breath.
“We didn’t mean for it to happen…”
“I know.”
“And it was all above board. We weren’t creeping on him. It’s still new,” Ford interjects.
