I glance around the bar. “So, where’s your boyfriend? Won’t he be mad that you’re drinking this much and out with a bunch of guys?”
Dei snickers a little. “Are you hitting on me?”
“You flirted first.”
“I don’t do boyfriends,” she states calmly, leaning closer to me.
My eyes dart around the bar, hoping that Mike or the rest of the guys don’t see how close we are. I let out a sigh when they all seemed preoccupied. Looking back at Dei, my gaze shifts to her lips again. A sweet smell hits my nose, and I feel like I’m suddenly in a flashback. It’s her smell. I’d remember it easily since she always hung out with Mike and the gang. It’s different; good different in the sense that all the blood in my body floods to my dick. Fuck!
“I know you’re not into girls,” I blurt.
Dei’s grin widens. “How do you know that?”
“Your eyes.”
“What about them?” she asks, inching closer.
“It’s the way you look at people…or don’t.”
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