Dean raises an eyebrow in question as he sets their dinner in the table and leans down to kiss her. Amateur porn No, not by yourself.”
She zips the duffle and throws it over her shoulder. “Where? They pool with tears he’s never seen her shed before. He rakes his teeth over the nipple, following it with a swipe of his tongue. She stares at him for a moment. And he stops. He strips his remaining clothes off and returns to her. “Never letting you go.”
“Sam…” She drags his mouth back to hers, tangling her fingers in his hair. Or says she does. “So, ummm, do want to meet up?”
As Sam speaks, the door swings open to admit Dean. … “Hello?” she says sleepily. She jumps out of their bed and takes off with barely a word, he doesn’t hear from her for more than a day, then when she does call, she’s with someone else. “Sam, please,” she moans, trying to tug him over her, urging him to take her. And then I hear you all warm and cozy with some guy while you’re leaving me a goddamn voicemail.”
He runs a hand through his hair before staring down at her. Her passion-glazed, deep sapphire eyes flutter open as she looks for him.
