Accept Dex's offer to 'hang' after.

“Uh, sure. I can do that. I just don't want to wake my friends up too late when I go back home to sleep.” You fish for some inkling of what Dex thinks 'hang out after' involves. You definitely don't want to walk around until dawn talking about vapid dance class drama.

“Oh, um. You could maybe crash with me,” he answers sheepishly but with a hint of excitement. “I'm close enough to walk.”

You take look down his tight body through his mesh shirt that exposes most of his dark skin and even darker small nipples. “I'd be happy to keep you warm on the walk, so long as there's no rain,” you tease.

“Oh, my god!” he laughs, and looks like he should be blushing at the joke about your bad date and your mild ogling. “I think that would be ok...”