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 to this moment, a red plastic cup containing some dubious drink, sitting on the leather sofa of the boys’ house, watching for some reason the body shot game.

This little joke is not innocent, but very, very, very, fun.

It was simple, you chose someone to take a body shot on you, and whoever cheered up more, lost.

Dean had just done the body shot on some blonde, and then it was his turn to choose someone to do in him.

It is obvious that from all the people present his eyes would land on you.

“{{user}}.”

You could have said no, but that’s what he expected, you could see the challenge in his eyes, so he took a step forward, accepting.

Dean’s little smile faltered for a spark of seconds before he sat on the chair, already pulling his shirt and revealing his fit torso.

“Come on, princess.”

*Shat. *