He probably saw my interest in her right away.
Dean is the closest friend I have on the team, and after Luke, I would say he’s one of my best friends.
We were both new to the team when we found each other and quickly realised we were pretty similar.
Part of me really wants to talk to him about my conflicting feelings about her and the whole best-friend-sister thing.
Another part of me doesn’t think it will add much value, since I can’t do anything about it either way.
“She’s not my girl,” I mutter, feeling like the moodiest bastard ever.
“Well then, it should be no problem if I ask her out,” Dean says, which makes me stop.
He looks at me, raising a brow, reminding me a lot of the blonde who occupies what’s left of my brain.
“You’re not going to do that,” I state, not too keen on explaining myself, but also knowing Dean won’t back down from this.
I know I wouldn’t if the roles were reversed.
“What’s the deal then, Sebastian? Come on, man, I’m your best mate on this team. You can tell me,” he says, hitting me lightly in the shoulder.
I don’t know what to tell him, and at my silence, he comes up with his own theories.
“Let me guess. She has a boyfriend, or maybe a girlfriend?”
I shake my head at him, but he only keeps going, enjoying my misery.
Dean likes coming up with his own stories, letting his imagination run wild.
“Oh, wait, you had sex with her and couldn’t get your little man to function?”
Christ, this guy. He needs to be checked in somewhere.
“Hell, Dean. Absolutely not. There is nothing wrong with my sexual abilities,” I say, and he cuts in before I’m finished with my sentence.
“Just bad sex then?”
“I’ve never had sex with her, you idiot. I’ve never done anything with her. She’s the sister of my best friend.”
It clicks then.
Dean suddenly looks like he’s solved every damn problem in the world.
Then he makes an expression that is giving pity on a whole new level.
“Shit, man, that is rough,” he says, throwing his arm around me.
“No wonder you looked at her like she was your next meal. You want her to be, but can’t even have a tiny taste.”
I shake him off me, getting aggravated again.
He’s hitting a little too close to home.
“Just shut up already. I don’t want to discuss this anymore,” I say, and Dean lifts his hands, playing innocent.
I take a deep breath, steadying myself.
“Okay, I’ll drop it for now.”