It feels good, getting hot and heavy with Dean in a real bed—our bed. It feels right—like after so much confusion and stress, everything finally makes sense again. All the places my mind went the first time I saw his room… now I finally get to go there. For real.
And he certainly seems determined to make the most out of the opportunity.
He hasn’t touched or gone down on me as much lately as he did when we first started. I can’t hold it against him—they aren’t easy things to do outside at the beach or forest, and anyway, we’ve been busy. Here, though, he takes full advantage of the giant, soft, warm bed at our disposal.
Whatever exhaustion and pain I saw in his eyes seems to have disappeared the moment I kissed him; he’s back to his old, sexually charged, wolf-man self, and it has its us
