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expect my phone to go over a few more times tonight to
make sure I’m okay.”
    “Understandable,” Dean nodded, “she’s
a good friend.”
    “Meh. She has her moments.”
    “Was she one of the three this
year?”
    “Yep.” Sydney nodded. “She’s actually
a pretty nice person when she’s not planning a wedding.”
    “Ouch.” Dean took a seat at the dining
table, across from Sydney. “And you’re still friends with
her?”
    “I told you I was insane.”
    Dean slightly nodded to Sydney. “How’s
your burger? I didn’t know what to order for you so I just went
with a staple.”
    “It’s really, really good.” She wiped
her mouth. “Did you eat anything?”
    “I ate earlier so I’m good.” He
yawned. “I just woke up from a nap myself.”
    “How long was I passed out
for?”
    “You were asleep for a while. I closed
the door so I wouldn’t disturb you.” That was a half-truth. He
closed the door so he would stop staring at her. She looked like an
angel when she slept. Her long brown hair lay softly across the
pillow and Dean had to stop himself from reaching and touching
it.
    “I guess wedding stuff finally caught
up with me.” She briefly thought about Jane’s wedding. It was a
non-stop affair from the time she arrived in Chicago to when she
finally made it back to her hotel room. She probably slept for a
total 16 hours within four days.
    “Well, make sure you get your rest.
I’ll leave you alone so you can sleep.”
    “No, I’m awake now.” She shrugged.
“I’ll probably be up for a while.”
    “Awesome,” Dean leaned in, “what would
you like to do?”
    Missionary, first. Then
I’ll be on top. “What about a movie?”
Sydney smiled.

 
    Seven
    “Good Morning, sleepyhead.” Dean
greeted Sydney as she emerged from her bedroom. “How did you
sleep?”
    Sexually frustrated was the answer
Sydney wanted to give. After going back and forth on what movie to
watch for a better part of 30 minutes, they finally settled on a
comedy. They sat far from each other on the couch, probably out of
respect for her, Sydney assumed.
    That was the frustrating part. She
knew Dean was on his best behavior and she appreciated that he went
out of his way to make sure she didn’t feel uncomfortable. But it
would’ve been nice if he made a slight move on her. Maybe he could
accidentally reach over and cop a feel? Hmm, probably not. Maybe he
could mention how beautiful her full lips were and how he wished,
he could feel them? Hmm…that sounded aggressive and possibly
scary.
    No, Dean was the perfect gentleman. He
was on his p’s and q’s the entire night and did nothing to suggest
he was remotely interested in Sydney. Maybe that was the real
reason. She wasn’t his type, whatever his type was.
    Was it possible to hate a guy for
being so damn nice and respectful? “I slept pretty well. Thanks for
asking.” She smiled. “How did you sleep?”
    It was a loaded question. He wondered
how her sweet her brown skin tasted. He wanted to look down and see
her brown hair covering his thighs as she pleasured him. He
imagined what her ‘O’ face looked like. Dean spent most of his
night thinking of the different positions Sydney would be in and
briefly wondered how flexible her body was.
    No, no, no!
    She was a sweet girl and not a
groupie. She didn’t know who he was and he was sure if she found
out how much money he was really worth, he would’ve seen the
ubiquitous dollar signs flashing in her brown eyes.
    So he did what any respectful and
decent man would do in his position – he masturbated a lot. Maybe
too much for his liking, if there was such a thing. He needed to
keep his hands to himself and any sexual remarks silent. Who knew
how long they were going to be snowed in and the last thing Dean
needed was a bogus rape claim from some chick because he merely
complimented her tight sweater.
    Except Sydney wasn’t some
chick.
    He fell in like –
not in love – with
the whole package: her smarts, her