"You set me up?!" The question would linger in the air as both Tate and Dean stood in upset from her anger. For Dean, he was proven correct in his assumptions and therefore disappointed, whereas Tate wanted to tear Dean in half for playing with what he knew deep down inside would somehow always remain his.
"I had to know if it was true…" Dean explained as he looked to Avery and then to Tate before insinuation with a pressured gaze that he did not want to hold this conversation before the eyes of her ex.
"If what was?"
"Can we talk about this alone?" Dean would finally ask as Tate rose to leave before Avery’s hand stopped him. Pressed softly into his damp yet firm chest, she kept him in place.
"I might need him to kill you, depending on what you're about to confess to me." Tate’s li
