Can I Ask You a Question?

4

"What happened at the party last night?"

Dean asked me as I walked into the kitchen, which was still a complete mess. I dumped the punch from the bowl down the drain and scrunched my nose because it reeked of alcohol and fruit.

"What'd you mean?" I asked casually. I was in denial that no one saw my mistake. Since that mistake, I have avoided Adam and Lana like the plague. I rinsed out the punch bowl and put it in the sink to soak.

"You know what I mean. That thing with Lana and Adam." He pries, and I shot him a nasty look.

"It wasn't anything. We were only dancing." I shrug.

"Mm-" He sips his coffee and shuts up.

Today, he had his longish hair piled up on top of his head in a bun, and dare I say, he looked adorable.

"What? We seriously were?" I say, annoyed. I pick up a spoon and start scrubbing it.

"Lana was pissed and kicked everyone out."

"Fuck." I whisper. I stopped scrubbing and put the spoon back in the sink. Fuck it.

"No one should say anything, though. It's okay, seriously. A lot of stuff happened last night."

He was keeping something from me. I washed and dried off my hands.

"Like what?" I pried. I sat down at the counter next to him.

"My girlfriend broke up with me pretty publicly." He shrugged, and I frowned.

"Oh no, I'm sorry." I pouted, looking him up and down to study his body language. I hoped he was doing okay.

"Nah, it's fine. Mal was a pain, so it's alright. I'm alright. She just announced to the whole room that I'm a dickhead and listed every little fight we ever had, then made fun of me." He shrugged, and there was a long, awkward pause.

"Do you like Adam, though?" His voice got quiet, and I studied his face harder this time.

"Ah, okay." He nods.

Suddenly, I was out of my seat and pressed against the bar, my hip bones against his. My chest rose and fell heavily, and I pressed my lips to his longingly. He stroked my hair as we kissed and gently pulled my scrunchie out, letting my hair down from its ponytail. He pulled my hair up into a bun instead, messily and quickly, hungrily. His fingers gripped my hair hard, and I groaned softly against his lips, wanting more.

I didn't think I just did.

He picked me up by my thighs and quickly carried me into his room, laying me back against his black sheets.

"You are gorgeous." He whispered to me, lying beside me. He played with my hair softly as he wriggled one of his hands down into my shorts, just grazing over the front of my underwear.

"Thank you," I said quietly back. I tucked my head into the crook of his neck and couldn't help but give in to him.

"Dean?" I whispered. "Do you want to do this?"

"Do you?" He had his fingers frozen right over the top of my clit. It was aching to feel anything from him.

"Yes," I said almost breathlessly.

Dean's fingers moved my underwear aside, and he delicately plunged his fingers into me so he could reach my clit. I stifled a moan, and Dean's lips connected with my neck. I couldn't help but study his room for a moment. He had cool posters and some LED lights taped to his headboard. I leaned back into him and relaxed. He pulled on my hair tightly and moved his fingers in small circles around my clit to tease me until I was soaking wet. I moaned out loudly, my thighs shaking hard with each swipe of the tip of his finger.