DiNovro scores the winning goal, bitches!
The nurse clears her throat and smooths down her scrubs from waist to hips.
“It’s not a good idea to be leaving without someone,” she says, a little begrudgingly and I have no idea why. I can’t hide my grin.
“The bus is always stopping and starting and disorientation is a side effect of a concussion, so we don’t want you getting lost in the middle of nowhere,” she laughs awkwardly, coughs, then sputters to a stop.
Dean’s face screws up, totally not liking the whole idea.
“There you go, champ. Let’s try and find you a shirt, ‘kay?” I say, and Dean checks himself before he crosses his arms over his chest, all Victorian virgin.
My heart flutters in my chest, and I close my eyes. Oh my God, is he an actual virgin? Could God be that cruel? Giving me a hot Viking to play with, and he hasn’t even ridden in his first rodeo?
“Thank you,” I hear Dean mutter to the nurse, and I assume she’s walked away as I bend down to look under the bed to find a plastic bag with all his belongings. I haul my prize onto his bed and upend all the contents so they spill all over it.
A smack of something falls to the floor, and I stoop to pick it up, laughing out loud because it must have fallen out of his wallet. Oh, the greatness of the world.
I hand him the condom without any remarks, and without looking at the expiration date.
Poor guy probably pulled a Kenickie and had it in there since the seventh grade if he still has his v-card. Which is also adorable in a sad, sad way.
Dean grabs it out of my hand lightning quick and puts it in his wallet, then tugs on his shirt like nothing happened. He looks up at me once that’s done and swings his legs over, his right thigh hitting mine where I’m standing.
Wow, he’s warm. I wonder how sweaty he’d get after we’d have sex. I don’t want the Niagara Falls in my bed, thank you very much.
“I know of a way you can make all this shit up to me.”
I nod at him to continue like a queen does before she says off with his head!
“I want you to drive me to Chapters.” My stomach bottoms out like that time it did when I went skydiving. “I want you to buy me a book or two,” he says.
My libido plummets to the very bowels of hell.
Chapter 4
I wanted to ask him if he’s been stalking my phone conversations, all Eagle Eye and shit, but I’m not stupid.
Dean is more than probably a book nerd, and having a best friend for a nerd is enough. But what does it even matter, anyway? Dean’s going to be nothing more than a one night stand, and maybe a fuck buddy if I can get him into our group. That’s it, nothing more.
“I’m meeting my friend there by happy coincidence, so don’t think this was planned or anything,” I tell him, getting into the driver’s seat and securing my seat belt. Safety first.
Dean doesn’t say anything, just looks out the passenger side window. Not talking to me.
Even though we’re going to go see Sera with Matty now, I wonder how all that is going to go down. Yay for me, since Dean will realize my best friend is off limits and that I’m more than available. Woe to me because he opens up to her more, and I have no fucking clue why when I am excellent at conversation and at giving signals.
It just really really sucks that he’s a nerd. I mean, he doesn’t sound as bad as Sera, who sometimes talks only in references and my brain just can’t keep up. It physically hurts a lot of times; I can’t follow her train of thought.
Shit, if Dean is the same thing, it’s going to suck ass. What is he gonna call out in the middle of coming when I have my way with him? Some Harry Potter spell, or something from Games of Thrones?
Ugh. I shouldn’t even care. Sex is sex. Two people chasing away the momentary demons, and having a good time while doing it. I shouldn’t read into things; reading into things gets you into trouble.
A lot of people apologize for their behaviour. I’m not one of those people.
I won’t apologize for something I said or did. I’m not going to be the girl sniffling with tears in her eyes telling you how sorry she is for acting like a kid. Hell, no. As long as I pay my bills, and go to work and do a great job, the world keeps turning no matter what has been said or done, no matter if you apologize for it or not.
“And here I was hoping you were going to be stalking me for the rest of your days,” Dean says. Getting snippy with me? I think I like it.
I peek a glance at him, see him stroking the leather of the door handle. I’m pretty sure he jizzed in his pants at the sight of my blue beauty, Roxanne, in the light of day. A lot of guys do.
They then they ask me to drive her and I tell them, like me, Roxie is a temperamental bitch and she’d kick me to the curb if I would let them drive her with their sullied hands. Just because you have a dick does not give you the right to handle any sort of muscle car like it was made for you. And God knows, ovaries trump dicks any day of the week.