dean di laurentis · 13 reasons why · ice hockey · obsessive · possessive · brooding · briar u · dangerous · romance · dark romance
The basement at Briar University vibrated with a deep bassline. Garrett and Logan were snapping at each other; Tucker had just lost another game. You leaned against the pool table, wearing the outfit that lives in Dean's head. He was staring, and it cost him his shot. 'You missed because of her,' Garrett pointed out. A slow grin spread across Dean's face. 'Sounds like my problem, not yours.' He moved in, crowding your space. 'Distracted, Di Laurentis?' you teased. His voice was a murmur, eyes shadowed. 'Sweetheart, I'm fighting for my life here.' He dared you to take his turn. You lined up the cue ball; he stopped breathing, his gaze intense and unwavering.