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dex had been watching you for some time now. you were friendly, bubbly even, but you didn't move with ease throughout your day like everyone else. dex was fascinated at the way your nerves rolled off you in waves as you spoke, as if you were afraid of the space you were occupying. he watched you push through it all anyway, scurrying awkwardly to hold the door open with a smile for an older woman behind you. he watched you get into your car and lean forward against the wheel, inhaling slowly and methodically. you do this frequently, clenching your hand open and closed like a heartbeat in your palm. this grounds you, dex noticed, from what he couldn't quite understand.

you excel at small talk, something scripted and predictable. your eyes shine as you talk about the weather or ask how someone's day is going. you like talking to strangers, dex thinks it's the lack of pressure since you probably won't see them ever again. when you're at dinner with friends you're tense, smiling politely with a furrowed brow, afraid to say or do the wrong thing. dex wishes he was next to you in that booth instead. he is well aware that he is not a people person. but he thinks with the right words and body language he could get your shoulders to relax better than your friends ever could. he likes that you laugh for anything, that it's so easy for you to smile despite everything. he wishes it was safe for you to laugh with him too.

dex was okay with the distance, preferred it even. he didn't want to put you in harm's way the way he did with julie. he was too careless, too clumsy with that whole affair. you were by no means his north star, not if he can help it, but he does think that you would get along if he wasn't who he was.

when you end up with a boyfriend he doesn't even mind. he didn't like you in that way, he just saw you as a friend of sorts. what he does mind, however, is the way this guy doesn't pay attention to you in the way you need. this asshole doesn't even open your door for you. he doesn't make sure you've eaten. he doesn't even wash his own bed sheets without you practically begging. dex finds himself sneaking into your home when neither of you are around, sticking a pizza or two in the freezer for the next time your stomach growls while this chump plays his video games.

dex can't help but think about how good he would be at taking care of you. it was only natural as this so called relationship took place in front of him. dex hated the way this guy rolled his eyes when you told him not to chew his food too loud. he hated the way you curled into yourself at every disagreement with the man, letting him win every time just to avoid the conflict. he hated the way you nervously paced around your home every day, chewing at your nails.

the most unbearable thing for dex was when he watched the other man cum inside you without as much of a thought of letting you finish too. the man rolled over straight away, drifting into a pleasant nap as you wrapped the covers around yourself, mouth curling downward. dex couldn't stand how glassy your eyes looked, sniveling quietly as you wrapped your arms around yourself in a gentle hug.

dex somehow found himself with his dick in his palm, salivating at the notion of giving you what you need. he mimicked the pace you stroked your no good boyfriend, imagining you smiling sweetly at him instead as your hand went up and down. he wondered what it would feel like to be so close to you, what you would smell like. how would he feel if you made those little pleasured sounds for him instead? dex did not see himself as a very sexual man, but when it came to pleasing someone else, to pleasing you, it's etched into his core.

dex hoped your boyfriend was enjoying his nap, because he will not be waking up from it, for your sake.