I shrug. "I enjoy women. That a crime?"
"Pretty sure a heartbeat is all either of them need," Brendon says.
"We can't all need a perfect little sub." Dean flips him off.
Brendon rolls his eyes.
"Oh." Iris presses her lips together. "You and… you're into BDSM?"
"It's not bondage or bust, but yeah. I enjoy ordering my girl around and tying her to my bed from time to time." He shoots Dean a cutting look then shoots me the same one. "Don't enjoy the commentary."
"So, you als
o have regular sex?" Iris asks.
The look he shoots her is more curious.
Interested even. "Yeah. All the time."
"Starfish?" Dean asks.
Brendon rolls his eyes.
Iris laughs. "Is that still a thing?"
"You know a guy? Or do it yourself? You can tell me." Dean mimes zipping his lips. "I can keep a secret."
She looks back to me. "Can he?"
I shake my head. Not even a little.
"My ex… sometimes. Not usually, just when he… just sometimes." Her gaze goes to the view. "God. This is beautiful."
"He say that too?" Dean asks.
She laughs. "No. He was light with the compliments."
"And my boy Williams?" Dean asks.
"My lips are sealed." She laughs.
Dean is teasing her.
Now he's okay with her?
What the fuck happened in the last ten minutes?
Iris stops in a patch of shade. She bends over to set her backpack on the ground and pulls out a water bottle. "Is he always this…"
"Annoying?" I offer.
"Hot and cold," she says.
Brendon stops in the shade next to her. He looks to me and raises a brow. "You really don't get why he's pissed?"
I shrug.
"Fuck, you're like a teenager." Brendon shakes his head.