Our families think I have a crush on Dean, but they don't understand that it's not one-sided and that we'll be married one day.
Despite what anyone believes, I will marry Dean Jameson if it's the last thing I do.
Today is no different than any other day. Dean and I are hanging out together at the lighthouse as usual. Our parents have gone to the country club today.
Our dads play golf while our moms visit the spa, and Spencer is too busy spending all her time with Dallas.
We're upstairs in the lighthouse; I'm on the bed, lying on my stomach, working on some sketches on my sketchpad, and Dean is sitting at his desk across the room, working on some blueprints. His phone keeps beeping, and occasionally, he'll look at the screen and then steal a glance back at me. His smile doesn't meet his eyes, and instantly I know there's something wrong. I know him well enough to know all his expressions. Whenever he's guilty of hiding something, I know how he looks. And right now, he looks guilty.
"Dean," I call out his name in frustration. "What’s going on?"
"N-nothing." His focus remains on the papers in front of him, not bothering to look at me, but I notice his pencil isn't moving. I climb off the bed with an angered huff and march over to him.
I'm beside him just as his phone beeps with another text. His hand shoots out toward the phone to flip it over, but he's not quick enough, so I see the sender's name.
Sadie freaking Marshall.
What the hell is she doing texting Dean?MyDean.
"I didn't know that Sadie had your number." I cross my arms over my chest, looking right at him, but he doesn't look up at me. He keeps his eyes shifted down on his paper.
Like a jealous girlfriend, who's not even his girlfriend, I snatch his phone off the desk and run across the room. He rushes after me, but I give him my back and fight him off with one hand while I unlock the screen and click the icon for messages.
Dread fills my stomach the moment I click her name.
I regret it.
"Cam, give it back!" There, on the screen, is a topless photo of Sadie. She's standing in front of a mirror wearing shorts and no shirt. Her perfectly round C cups are out on display, and I want to smack the ugly smile from her face.
Dean grabs the phone from my shaky hands, shoves it into his pocket, and takes my hands in his.
Pulling away from him, I narrow my eyes and speak through gritted teeth. "Take me home right now. I hate you." A painful look washes over his face, and a frown curls his perfect plump lips that I love kissing.
My mind is racing. I'm struggling to comprehend the fact Sadie sent Dean a nude photo, and now I'm wondering if her stupid-ass self has ever gotten the chance to kiss his perfect lips.
"You don't mean that. Let me explain." On instinct, I ball my right hand in a fist and slug him in the arm, hoping he feels a fraction of the pain that I feel.
"Ow!" He rubs his arm, his jaw clenching as he glares at me. I pace around the room, too angry to look at him and too stubborn to leave on my own. He's my ride, and the walk home would be so long, and there's a good chance I'd either get lost or kidnapped.
I'm not ready to be kidnapped, so I stay my ass put.
"It's not what you think! I didn't ask for it, she just sent it. She keeps sending pictures like that, and I tell her to stop. I'm not interested in Sadie, and you know this."
"She must think you like it if she keeps doing it. Wait, there's more?!"
"Y-yes.” He hangs his head shamefully. “After the first one, I told her she needs to stop. I don't even know how she got my number. It must've been from one of our friends. But please, Cam, don't leave. She's nothing to me."
I finally look at him, pausing to take in the apologetic look on his face.
"Did you like the pictures? You could've blocked her, but you didn't for a reason. So, tell me, Dean, do you like how she looks?" I'm genuinely curious about what he thinks of her.
"No! Of course not. I don't like Sadie, especially like that."
"Especially like what?"
"Sexually." My lip snarls in disgust at the thought of her.
Suddenly feeling confident, and without taking my eyes off him, I slowly remove my T-shirt and then my white bra, letting the items fall to the floor with a silent thud. "Is this what you want?" My boobs are small, not nearly as nice and large as Sadie's, but they're bigger than every other girl in my grade. Mom says she developed earlier than others too, and so did Spencer.