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When Dean stormed down the empty street late at night, still furious after the fight with Hunter at Malone’s, he barely registered the people calling after him in the distance. He didn’t feel the cold either. All he could think about was how pathetic and stupid he felt.
“Dean, wait, please…” he heard a breathless voice call behind him, followed by the sound of heels against the pavement. He recognized her voice immediately.
But Allie was the last person he wanted to talk to in his current state.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t even look back until she finally caught up to him and grabbed his arm.
“Can you please stop for a second?”
He wanted to ignore her and keep walking, but after a brief hesitation, he turned toward her.
“I seriously don’t feel like hearing anything you have to say right now.”
“Why did you do that?” She gestured back toward Malone’s.
“Are you seriously asking me that?”
The second he remembered Hunter’s smug grin, he wanted to go back and punch him again.
“Yes. Because… this… none of this makes sense.” She threw her hands up. “I told you this would be the best thing for us, and you agreed. You agreed we’d see other people too. Out of everyone, you should be the last person this bothers.”
Dean let out a humorless laugh and looked up at the night sky for a moment before looking back at her. The worst part was that she was right.
He had agreed to it. Sort of.
“Yeah… let’s just leave it at that.” He turned to walk away, but she stopped him again, this time grabbing his open hand.
“Dean…”
“No, it’s fine. I get it now. You don’t have to explain anything to me. Go back to the others before you have a lot of explaining to do about why you’re out here with me.”
“No.”
“Allie…”
“It was just sex…” she said quietly, almost apologetically. “It didn’t mean anything more than that.”
His mind instantly flashed to which one of them she meant. Maybe he didn’t even want to know.
“You always said you just wanted to have fun. What changed?” she continued.
He stared at her, trying to find the answer for himself too.
He had always liked having fun. No commitments. No feelings.
Until it stopped being just fun.
He took a deep breath before letting it out slowly, unable to come up with a single thing to say.
Allie stepped closer to him, trying to place a hand against his cheek, but he stopped her.
“Don’t worry about it. You’re right, we never promised each other anything, and we don’t owe each other anything either.”
“Dean, please…”
“It’ll… it’ll be better if we stop seeing each other. Okay?”
Allie shook her head in confusion. “I did this because I thought it would let us keep doing this.”
It sounded so absurd that he could only stare at her in disbelief.
“We started acting…” she continued, “like this meant something more than it was supposed to.”
His chest tightened painfully, just like it had when she told him she’d slept with someone else.
The whole thing felt ridiculous. He’d told so many women that it meant nothing. That there would never be feelings involved.
Allie had told him the exact same thing. But only now did he realize how badly he never wanted to hear it.
“Hey, you two,” a voice called from a few feet away, and both of them turned toward Hannah and Garrett. “Can someone please explain what the hell is going on here?”
But the look on Hannah’s face made it obvious she already suspected at least part of the truth.
Especially considering how close Allie was standing to Dean. And the fact that she’d run after him into the street.
“There’s nothing going on anymore,” Dean said before turning and walking away.
Allie watched him leave as Hannah walked straight over to her. Before Hannah could even say anything, Allie looked at her with a completely shaken expression.
“I think…” she whispered, “I seriously screwed something up.”