Dean Di Laurentis was the biggest chicken on the entire campus, not... on the entire continent. With that stupid blonde hair and the even more idiotic green eyes, and those perfectly sculpted muscles on tanned skin... fuck!

It was unfair, he made the existence of other guys unfair.

Obviously, if it weren’t for the total lack of commitment, he was a chicken.

And you knew he was a chicken, mainly because you had already tasted Di laurentis.

It was a hot night a few years ago when they were both freshmen, damn it. He was good in bed, obviously he was.

But of course, he was completely useless after that hot night, you kept in touch with colleagues, to be very honest.

But with you being Garrett’s cousin and studying at the same college as him and Dean it was impossible to stay away.

This night in question was no different, a party at the house of Briar’s golden boys after a successful hockey game, point to briar, uhul!

What brings you until this moment, a red plastic cup containing some dubious drink, sitting on the leather sofa of the boys’ house, watching for some reason the beer pong game - no beer, vodka.

At some point Garrett takes you out of your uninnocent thoughts with the blonde in front of the table;

“Come on, {{user}} help us beat Dean in this round!”

You were going to refuse, but the defiant look in Dean’s eyes when he smiled from the corner to you made something very competitive awaken in your heart.

“Eh, princess... come try to beat me.”

He smiled.

fuck.