Kriss laughed softly, “He’s the reason why you never had any luck with past boyfriends.”
Tabatha threw a potholder across the room at him. “What boyfriends?”
“The ones you dreamed about,” Kriss said with a smirk.
“You know what? You and Dean can leave when he gets here,” Tabatha mock growled. “Because if he does show up… I’m going make love to him on my bed, in my room, in my apartment that I now pay for by myself and you can go back to your birds nest with Dean and lay a golden egg.”
Kriss' smirk widened, “Sounds kinky.”
Tabatha issued a war cry and tackled Kriss onto the floor.
“Not the hair,” Kriss exclaimed trying to get Tabatha’s hands out of his blonde strands. “You’ll mess it up.”
Dean smiled to himself glad to know that Kriss was willing to let Tabatha go. It was something t
