I do a double take, holy crap, it is him. Id recognize that wavy blonde hair and those perfect lips anywhere. Bailey? I ask. He turns to look at me. Good God hes changed. Dillon! He smiles and walks up to me. Christ hes gotten big. He was 64 last time I saw him, hes at least 3-4 inches taller now. He bends at the knees, and wraps his beefy arms around me. Crushing me against his thick chest with a rib-cracking hug.
After a couple seconds he sets me back down, but still keeps one massive paw resting on my shoulder. You look good Dillon he says, giving me the elevator eyes. You look bigger I reply If thats even possible. He was pretty big back in high school but then he was pretty lanky and thin. In the years since, hes really filled out. His shirt hugs his chest and arms while his jeans hug his legs and crotch, almost seductively so. Yeah he says running a hand through his slicked-back hair, I started hittin the gym when I got to college, and have pretty much been addicted ever since. I nod, an awkward silence comes between us.
After a couple seconds he sets me back down, but still keeps one massive paw resting on my shoulder. You look good Dillon he says, giving me the elevator eyes. You look bigger I reply If thats even possible. He was pretty big back in high school but then he was pretty lanky and thin. In the years since, hes really filled out. His shirt hugs his chest and arms while his jeans hug his legs and crotch, almost seductively so. Yeah he says running a hand through his slicked-back hair, I started hittin the gym when I got to college, and have pretty much been addicted ever since. I nod, an awkward silence comes between us.