Page 60 of Defend Me

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Page 60 of Defend Me

“What?” he asked.

My eyes ran down the length of his body. The dark blue jeans he wore hugged his thighs in a delicious way and the guy was wearing a sleeveless hoodie. That was more attractive than it should’ve been. The biceps helped. He embodied power and, fuck, who wouldn’t take a second to look?

“You’re too fucking hot,” I replied.

“Why do you do that?” he asked.

“Are you offended by compliments?”

“No.”

“I do it because everybody deserves to know the good things others see in them. You’re hot, you’re fun, and I’m intrigued by you, which makes me want to know more about you.”

His head cocked. “That was straightforward.”

“So?”

“Your words are nuanced most of the time. You have this obsession with being mysterious. I assume you do it to be a pest.”

“Hm. Weird.” I stretched my arms above my head with a groan. “No wonder he’s into you.”

His eyes narrowed, which made me laugh. “Who?”

All I did was shrug and look innocent.

I got another text from my mom. With a sigh, I held my finger over the call button.

“I have to talk to my mom real quick.”

Suddenly, my phone was plucked from my hand. “Is it an emergency?”

“I mean, no, but-”

“Then it can wait until later. We have plans.”

The idea made me frown. “I should just do it real quick.”

“You don’t look into it, so no.”

He started typing and I tried to grab the phone, but he backpedaled with a smirk on his lips. When he passed it back, I was horrified to find that he’d sent a text to her that said,I’m out with a friend right now. I’ll call later.

My teeth ground together. I had no idea how she’d take that. I always dropped whatever I was doing when she needed to talk to me.

Dean put his hands on my shoulders. I blinked and looked at him.

“Relax. You’re allowed to have a night off.”

“Fine.”

I saw that she read the text, so I put the phone on silent and slipped it into my pocket. It was something I’d deal with later. He was right. It was just one night. We’d have fun and I’d forget all about it.

“Oh, one more thing,” he said. “Your hair.”

“What about it?”

“Take it down.”

“Why?”


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