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Upon better acquaintance with Dean, one of the many things that surprised me is that he reads at least one novel every week, in addition to all his schoolwork. Or at least, he used to before he started spending so much time with me.
I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised, since he places top in his class in marks. I knew he wasn’t just a dumb boxer.
“There aren’t any dumb boxers,” Dean informs me, as he picks through the pleasantly-musty piles of books. “Or least, not any good ones. Boxing requires strategy. It’s not so different from chess.”
“They might not start out dumb,” I tease him. “But after all those hits to the head . . .”
“Careful,” he growls, giving me a sharp little smack on the ass. “Don’t think you’re safe just because we’re in public . . .”
My bottom is already bruised from our last session. Dean has been especially aggressive this week, probably because he’s still upset about his father, much as he tries to hide it.
I don’t mind. I’ve never cum more times than I did last night, and if an aching ass is the only price, then I’ll gladly pay it. In fact, I’ll probably do it again tonight . . .
The owner of the store clears his throat and gives us a stern look over the top of his glasses. I don’t know if he heard us, or if he just hates joviality. He’s been watching us the whole time we’ve been in his shop, sighing with the air of someone forced to entertain unwanted visitors.
At least his big gray tabby cat is welcoming. It keeps winding itself in and out of Dean’s legs, trying to trip him in the friendliest way.
“What are you looking for?” I ask Dean.
“I dunno.” He shrugs. “Whatever catches my eye.”
“You ever read this one?” I hold upPersuasion.
“No,” he says. “I readPride and Prejudice, though. Actually, I kept thinking of a line from that book when I met you.”
“What line?” I say.
Dean searches the Austen books, findingPride and Prejudiceand flipping through it until he locates the line in question.
“This one—‘No sooner had he made it clear to himself and his friends that she hardly had a good feature in her face, than he began to find it was rendered uncommonly intelligent by the beautiful expression of her dark eyes.’ ”
I slap him on the shoulder, earning another disapproving grunt from the shop owner.
“ ‘Hardly a good feature in her face!’ ”
Dean laughs, grabbing my hands so I can’t smack him again.
“Not that part—the bit about the dark eyes, and how they show your cleverness. I can always see what you’re thinking from your eyes.”
“Oh yeah? What am I thinking right now?”
“You’re thinking you want me to kiss you.”
“That’s too easy. I always want that.”
Dean obliges, with zero care for the irritation of the shop owner.
Then he buysPersuasionon my recommendation.
The shop owner wraps the book in paper as protection against the sleet. Dean tucks it under his arm, taking my hand with his other.
We have to push hard against the door to exit into the wind.
As we cross main street, we overtake Miss Robin leaving the post office.
“Morning, Cat!” she says, trying to hold back her frizzy red hair from blowing all around her face. “And Dean, of course.”
“Good morning.” Dean nods.
