"This is what I like." The delirium was almost too much, and neither of us thought about any rules.
That's when Peyton hears a voice say, "Sir, we're at the destination." Peyton and Dean look at one another and softly laugh. The driver breaks their urge to kiss. He looks at his driver. "Thank you."
Her eyes longingly look over at him, wishing he had kissed her. Dean whispers as his soft lips graze the delicate skin on her ear. "Peyton, you are about to enjoy a night filled with celebration."
They enter this nightclub, and Peyton's eyes circle around the place. Then she hears screaming voices as the crowd spots Dean. He coolly waves at the crowd, and then he's about to be whisked away to the back of the stage.
He says to his manager, "One second." He leans over and whispers in Peyton
