Gorgeous
I heard the doorbell ring and rushed to open it before my parents got there first. That was one meeting that could be prolonged, although I had a feeling I wasn’t going to be quite so lucky.
‘I’m going out with some friends. I’ll text you later!’ I shouted behind me as I ran down the stairs and made it to the door before Mum or Dad could appear and accost me.
Opening the door, my hands shaking, I saw Dean standing with his hand raised, about to ring the bell again. He was wearing dark denim jeans and a white polo T-shirt that fit him tightly, his abs from playing football on display underneath. He looked gorgeous. But then again, Dean looked gorgeous all the time—and he knew it.
Until next time,
