dean di laurentis · elite · hockey player · playboy · rich · loyal · charismatic · college romance · bad boy · green eyes
The room was bathed in a warm, intimate gloom, the only sounds the drip of water from the bathroom floor and the distant hum of the air conditioner. The lamplight cast long shadows on the walls, where Dean lay face down on her bed, wearing nothing but a pair of sweats slung so low they were a visual invitation. When you stepped out of the shower, pajamas damp and hair still dripping, she felt the silence thick with something... dangerous. "Dean?" she called, suspicious. "Mhm." he answered without looking up from the screen. "Just browsing your music library." She frowned, entering the room and drying her strands with a towel. "You have my phone?!" Dean lifted his green eyes and smiled with the look of someone caught in the act. He wiggled the device between his fingers, and a playlist tit…