Dean looked down at his phone and shook his head, "does she really think I want the wrath of Megan upon me." He typed out a quick reply and waited. He smiled at the screen and rolled his eyes as her message came in.
"What are you smiling at?" Ben asked as he dropped a bottle of water in front of his partner than took his seat at his desk.
"Nothing important," Dean said as he cleared his throat.
Ben may be his best friend, but he's married to Rachel's best friend and the last thing he needed was Megan to know just how excited he actually was for this date. He hadn't been able to get the blue-eyed doctor off his mind and it wasn't something usual for him.
A bright pink ball of paper smacked him in the head then fell in his lap; "I've been talking to you for fifteen minutes while you've been staring at your desk with that goofy-ass smile."
Dean sighed and threw the balled up post-it back at Ben, "fine, just thinking about my date with Rachel tonight alright."
"Wow, just... wow."
"Shut up."
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"Is it proper to correct a chick's grammar before seeing her naked?"
Ben spit out his water as he laughed, "oh man, that was a good one."
"What? I was serious"
"Yeah, good luck with that," Ben said as he continued to laugh.
"Don't think I can seal the deal? I'm not like those other idiots you've tried to fix her up with," Dean smirked.
"Dude," Ben pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. "How do I say this in a way that you will take seriously."
Dean lifted a curious eyebrow at his expression.
"My wife will rip your heart out of your chest and feed it to a gator if she knew you were even thinking about making her best friend into one of your 'love um -n- leave em' one night stands." His face turned serious, "and I'd hold you down to help her."
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Secrets
RomanceTired of her best friends constant blind date set-ups Rachel agrees to a Date with the one man who could quite possibly change her life, that is if she wasn't hiding things. *Disclaimer* This story is my own, any comparison to others like it is pure...