Deans POV
I should have gone upstairs with Lexi.
Seriously.
That’s what Dean Sinclair does.
Dean Sinclair flirts.
Dean Sinclair wins stupid drinking games.
Dean Sinclair definitely does not stand in a kitchen holding a girl’s drink like some kind of emotional support golden retriever while she slow dances with another guy.
And yet.
Here I am.
Holding Margaux’s beer like it’s a sacred artifact.
Fantastic.
“Dean?”
I blink.
Lexi is standing closer than I remember.
Which is saying something because Lexi has never really understood the concept of personal space.
“Earth to Dean.”
“Hm?”
She laughs softly.
“You’ve been ignoring me for five minutes.”
“Wasn’t ignoring you.”
“Really?” she asks. “Because I was beginning to think I suddenly became invisible.”
“Impossible.”
That
