Chapter 37

“Waiting for the right someone?” Dean asked.

A couple of minutes had passed so the question confused Jay at first. Dean clearly wouldn’t let the matter of his lack of relationships rest. If the suggestion hadn’t been so close to the truth, Jay might have kept his anger in check.

“Fuck you,” Jay shot back. He didn’t shout, didn’t even bother raising his voice.

For seconds, Dean did nothing but stare. “Come here.”

Jay shook his head, meaning the opposite, movement jerky, body non-responsive. A long, slow, burning pulse lit up his nerves, sent signals to the most obvious parts of his anatomy, as well as places unexpected. Dean’s scrutiny sent increasing heat across the room, magnetic, searing. Jay jerked again, fighting desire, forcing his body to remain in the chair. He repeated the head shake, anticipating an argument, or for Dean to come at him like a charging bull.