"But—"
"Let's go upstairs. I'll show you the night of your life."
My defenses crumble.
Dean wants me.
He's offering to fuck me.
He…
How is this possible?
My heart screams for him. My body aches for him. My head— it's still reasonable.
I throw up the only defense I know—sarcasm. "Of my entire life?"
"Yeah."
"Doesn't speak well for your future performances."
"You already thinking about round two?"
"No. I…" My cheeks flame. "I meant—"
"I know what you meant, sunshine. Round two will be just as good. But nothing is as special as your first time."
"Yours?"
He shrugs, effortless. "Wasn't lucky enough to have someone like me showing me the ropes."
"You're going to show me the ropes?"
He nods. "Yeah." His fingers trace circles over my skin. "If that's what you want."
"Judy offered to fuck you."
"And?"
"Why me over her?"
"I told you, sunshine. I like you. It's that simple."
"You're about to graduate."
"You will next year."
"But you're… you're leaving."
He shakes his head. "Not going anywhere."
"Where will you be?"
"Ryan is gonna get me a gig as an apprentice."
"Yeah?" I bite back my enthusiasm. Dean's older brother is a tattoo artist. It's the coolest thing ever.
"Yeah." He nods. "Just got this one." He pulls his shirt up his torso, showing off inches of taught abs.