Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

Dean: Like this? Never.

This is it. If there's a line, I'm officially crossing it.

But I don't care.

I have to do this.

Chloe: Prove it.

There's quiet for a long moment. The sounds of Dad and Gia's conversation flow into my room. Something about Mark. About whether or not Dad thinks she should marry him.

I flip open my laptop. Open my streaming app. Play my favorite grunge album.

It isn't sexy, exactly, but it feels right.

There.

My phone buzzes with a picture message.

It's a mirror selfie of Dean. From his chest to his knees.

He's wearing black boxers.

Only black boxers.

And he's hard.

The soft fabric is straining against him.

Fuck. My sex clenches. My nipples pang. He's the only person who can do this to me. Who makes me feel like a woman with desires.

And, God, my desire…

Dean: What are you wearing?

I flip the light on. Move to the floor length mirror across from my bed. Take a picture.

Send.

Dean: Fuck, Chloe.

Chloe: You asked.

Dean: Overestimated my self-control.

Chloe: I thought you were going to go out to pick up a woman.

Dean: I thought about it.

Chloe: And?

Dean: Thinking about you was more fun.

Chloe: You touched yourself?

Dean: Not yet. But after this I will.

I shouldn't do this.