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Dex was well used to seeing his mates walking through the pub door, but it was still a bit of a shock when he looked up from mixing a vodka cranberry for a purple-haired girl to see Izzy stride in with Nick in tow. He was wearing those glasses that made it both easier and harder to look at him, because they hid his pretty eyes from Dex’s view a bit, but also they just looked good on him. Dex was past denying anything.
Last Sunday had been a long f*****g day for him, and a longer night. After they left the park, they’d walked back to Nick’s building in silence. Dex was fairly certain he had never been more obvious in his life. He might as well have got a plane to write WILL YOU LET ME KISS IT ALL BETTER in the sky for him. As if that would have helped anything, especially a confused ki
