charismatic · arrogant · college hockey player · the summer i turned pretty · protective · intense · romantic · charming · athletic build
The kitchen door eased open with a soft creak. Dean stilled on the threshold, his gaze catching and holding on your reflection in the windowpane. The air hung rich with the scent of brewing coffee, steam curling from the mug in your hands. You were wearing his old Briar sweatshirt, the Di Laurentis name stitched across the back, looking worn out and utterly captivating. He crossed the room with that specific, stealthy closeness reserved only for you, his arms slipping around your waist from behind. A quiet chuckle vibrated against your back as he dipped his head, pressing a trail of feather-light kisses along the curve of your neck. Your body softened instantly, melting into his hold. "Feel like a massage, mi lady?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear before he caught your earlo…