Page 116 of ILY
And for the first time since all this started, I feel a little bit sane.
EPILOGUE
DEX
I feelhis eyes on me, watching as I move around the club. Every time I feel that gaze slide across my body, I take another shot. It’s getting me all hot and bothered.
I don’t know why.
Probably because I’m drunk and also because I’ve never been into a guy before. But something about Roman’s angry stare is doing it for me. So much so that I flashed him my abs a few times just to make him glower harder.
It helps that he’s ridiculously hot. Even I—a mostly straight guy at the moment—can admit it. Hell, I have been admitting it for some time now. Every time he shows up to one of my classes to show off his glutes, I pay attention. Especially because he watches me at the gym, just like he’s watching me now, with a mixture of hate and want.
I wonder if I can get him to crack.
“Hey, I’m gonna get a car and go home,” I tell Thom, who is flexing his abs for his boyfriend, Robbie, who is blatantly admiring them. His hands move as he says something I don’t really understand.
I’m still learning ASL. It’s a lot harder than it looks, but I’m motivated.
For my brother Thom, his boyfriend, and yeah, okay. Maybe for Roman too. Even if he hates me for trying.
“Ah, man! Why? The night is still young,” Thom cries.
“It’s one in the morning. I’m tired.”
Thom pulls me into a hug, and I slap his back. “Fine, get some sleep. You do have a two p.m. workout class. Don’t forget.”
“I won’t.” I’m a little insulted. I’ve never been late to a class in my life, but Thom’s also drunk, so I let that one slide.
Turning around, I search for Roman, but I don’t see him. Maybe he’s left too. He looked like he was having a fucking terrible time. Well, when he wasn’t checking me out, that is.
There’s no point in lingering, so I head outside and immediately stop when I see it’s sprinkling. My car is going to be here in…I squint at my phone, my eyes going a little cross-eyed. Damn, shouldn’t have had so much to drink. I don’t normally do this, but it was a night out. I can let loose and let go. I can have fun.
A car pulls up, and I verify it’s the same license plate that’s listed on my phone before sliding in. But before I can close the door, someone else shoves their way in.
I grunt as I’m shoved over and turn to give the person a piece of my mind. But I don’t. I can’t.
Because it’s Roman.
He doesn’t even look at me, just closes the door and buckles in.
I sit up and do the same, not sure what the fuck is going on and lacking the vocab to ask. Well, that’s not true. If I wasn’t drunk, I’d remember just fine, but right now, the signs are evading me.
As the driver drives me toward my house, I feel the air in the car turn thick, heavy almost. My hand lands on the seat next to me and accidentally brushes against Roman’s. He pulls his away like my skin burned him.
He’s always doing shit like this. The way he was eye-fucking me in the club made me question whether or not he really hated me as much as he said he did, and now he’s in my goddamn Uber?
I mean, I am hearing, and he’s not into hearing guys, but maybe the body I work so hard for is impossible to resist.
The car slows to a stop at my complex, and I open my door, wondering if Roman is going to follow me out. He hesitates for a moment, but eventually, he does, trailing behind me as I walk up to my door and grab for my keys. It’s starting to rain harder now, and it doesn’t take long before we’re soaked. When we finally make it in, his light grey shirt is sticking to his skin, and my white one is see-through.
I pull it off and toss it aside, moving into the kitchen, grabbing two water bottles from the fridge. I turn around and offer one to Roman, who takes it, his eyes roving over my chest, taking in my pecs, my puckered nipples, the smattering of chest hair I have there.
Then they slide down to my abs, practically licking at them, making my entire body burn.
I make sure to flex them so he gets the full effect, so he can be just as hot as I am right now.
When his eyes move up to meet mine, anger moves across his face. His middle finger comes up, flipping me off.
