Margaux’s POV
Dean eventually leaves.
Not immediately.
Because apparently half the party has decided beer pong is the most important event in human history and of course Dean is the gold medalist.
Luke insists on dramatic goodbyes.
Naturally.
“Romeo!” he cries, throwing himself over Dean’s shoulder. “Do not abandon us in our hour of need!”
Dean peels him off.
“You lost six games in a row.”
“History will remember my sacrifice.”
“History won’t remember you.”
Luke gasps.
“Betrayed.”
Dean laughs.
And then his eyes find me.
Like they always do.
“Babydoll.”
He walks over with that easy smile.
“Still having fun?”
I smile back.
“I think so.”
“You think so?” a slight frown appears on his forehead.
“Noah and I are just hanging out.”
Dean glances over my shoulder.
Noah wraps
