Beautiful

In his car, Dean's fingers brushed across Mia's chest unintentionally as he pulled the safety belt across her. In that instance, he embraced her in a fiery kiss while she was restrained. His hand slid down from her hips towards her knee. She felt his hand glide under her dress hem.

"Dean, stop." Mia cautioned.

In a thick voice, Dean replied, "...I don't think I can make it."

"You have to make it," Mia warned.

Dean moaned with a pleading gaze. But Mia was determined. He breathed out a few times through his mouth, then turned towards the steering wheel. He swiftly started the engine then turned to Mia and said, “I think… I think we should go to my place.”

“Why? Isn’t my place closer?”

Dean chuckled, “No, actually from here my place is closer…Is that ok?” He looked at Mia for assurance. Eager to leave, she nodded quickly.

When Dean’s car started to cruise, he grabbed Mia’s hand desperately. He relaxed when she wrapped her fingers around his.