Dean walks over to Stacey, standing in front of her. Stacey looks up to him with her cheeks flushed holding the bottles to her chest praying that the towel doesn’t drop. He lifts his hand and pushes back some of her wet hair.
“You have beautiful hair, even wet it looks beautiful,” He says lowly as he trails his thumb under her chin and lifts her head to look up at him. “Did you need help to?” He whispers as he places a hand on Stacey’s holding the lotion. The sudden contact makes her squeak and jump, and doing so made her grip on her towel loosen and to her horror fall to the ground. She and Dean looked to the towel on the ground. Her whole body flushes red as she watches Dean rake up her body slowly. He can’t help himself and licks his lips. Stacey squeaks again and throws the bottles at
