In his car, Dean's fingers brushed across Mia's chest unintentionally as he pulled the safety belt across her. In that instance, he embraced her in a fiery kiss while she was restrained. His hand slid down from her hips towards her knee. She felt his hand glide under her dress hem.
"Dean, stop." Mia cautioned.
In a thick voice, Dean replied, "...I don't think I can make it."
"You have to make it," Mia warned.
Dean moaned with a pleading gaze. But Mia was determined. He breathed out a few times through his mouth, then turned towards the steering wheel. He swiftly started the engine then turned to Mia and said, “I think… I think we should go to my place.”
“Why? Isn’t my place closer?”
Dean chuckled, “No, actually from here my place is closer…Is that ok?” He looked at Mia for assurance
