Since I refuse to give up the shirt, I do the next best thing and turn my back to him to go through my phone. I ignore Sean’s texts and skip to the ones from my friends. One from Hannah checking how my night was, and one from Megan asking me to brunch.
I quickly text Meg back with a resounding YES and ask her to pick me up from Garrett’s. Just as the gray bubble that indicates she’s typing a response appears, the phone is snatched from my hand.
“Hey!” I’m startled to find Dean behind me. Jeez. The guy moves like a ninja.
“I’m in charge of this, remember?” He’s mocking me again, keeping the phone out of my reach. “As your sponsor, I must advise you to ignore—” he glances at the screen “these nine text messages from your ex. No good will come out of reading them.”
He’s right about that. But after what happened between us last night, there’s no way Dean is going to be my relationship sponsor.
“It’s fine,” I mumble. “I don’t need your help.”
He echoes his earlier taunt. “Not what you said last night. Your phone stays with me this weekend, Allie-Cat. No arguments.”
Allie-Cat? Oh help me Rhonda. He’s given me a pet name.
“I’m meeting a friend,” I say tightly. “So I need my phone, okay? Besides, your sponsor duties are officially done. I’m going back to the dorms after brunch.”
He frowns. “No, you’re staying the weekend.”
“Not anymore.”
I attempt to grab my phone from him. He moves it aside again. “Is this because we fucked last night?”
My cheeks are scorching. “What part of never mention it again didn’t you understand?”
“This is bullshit. You can’t leave just because you and I got wasted and screwed around a couple times. You’re totally overreacting.”
I take a deep breath. “Can we please not talk about it?”
“Babe, do you think I enjoy talking about this stuff? I’d rather roll around in broken glass than deal with this whole morning after shit. If you were any other girl, I’d say forget it, but you’re Wellsy’s best friend, so that means we’ve gotta talk about it.” He curses suddenly. “Oh shit. Wellsy is going to kill me.”
Oh shit is right. I’ll definitely be on the receiving end of a stern lecture from Hannah if she finds out I slept with Dean. Maybe in a few days, or a week—or a decade—I’ll be able to tell her what happened last night, but right now, I want to forget all about it. Which means keeping my best friend in the dark for as long as I can.
“She’s not going to kill you, because we’re not going to tell her,” I say firmly. “Seriously, this has to stay between us.”
“Agreed.”
“And you’re not allowed to bring it up ever again. As far as I’m concerned, it didn’t happen.”
He gives me a cocky grin. “Don’t kid yourself, baby doll. You won’t be able to stop thinking about me now that you’ve had a taste of this.” To punctuate that, he grips his semi-hard dick and gives it a slow stroke.
A jolt of heat spirals down to my core.
Argh. Stupid Dean and his stupid awesome dick.
“I’ve already forgotten all about it,” I lie. But in my head, more memories crop up, making me want to scream in frustration.
“I like you like this…”
“Ha. So you admit it—you do like me,” he drawls.
I smile at his immobilized wrists. “I said I like you like this.” My mouth slowly descends on his erect cock. “Completely at my mercy…”
Sweet lord. My cheeks are on fire again. Sean wasn’t always on board with my adventurous nature when it came to sex. I was the one who had to coax and plead with him to try whatever kinky new idea sparked my interest.
Dean hadn’t even batted an eye at our sexual exploits.
“Do you need me to remind you how good it was?” He tilts his head mockingly, his hand still on his dick.
“No, I need you to be a fucking grown-up,” I burst out. I’m losing patience with him, and I’m too angry with myself to control my temper. “I’m hung-over and I’m really embarrassed and you’re making it worse by throwing last night in my face, okay?”
His expression falters. “Shit.” He clears his throat and lets go of his dick, then hastily picks up his sweatpants. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He yanks the pants on. “And you have no reason to feel embarrassed. We’re both adults. We had fun and made each other come a bunch of times. No biggie, okay? But if you really don’t want me to bring it up again, I won’t.”
I draw a shaky breath. “Thank you.”
Dean studies my face. “Are we cool?”
I manage a nod. My head is still throbbing, but it’s not the hangover that’s making me feel weak and wobbly right now. It’s the fact that I did something so out of character for me. It’s the horrible knowledge that I slept with someone else a measly twenty-four hours after I broke up with Sean. That’s not me, damn it.
“Are you sure?” he presses.