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[When did you know you were in love?]
He’s in Las Vegas and her name is Dani. She’s a blonde—natural she swears—with legs up to her neck and the most perfect pair of tits money can buy. She’s also currently tied to headboard clothed in only a thong, a pair of high heels and bedroom eyes that leave no doubt to her willingness. The bed sinks under his weight, both knees first and then his hands. He’s still wearing his jeans but he has no damn idea why. It’s not until he’s inches from her mouth, poised above her that he realizes why.
“You alright, Gorgeous?” Dani asks, her leg hooking around his waist, pulling him closer.
“Yeah,” Dean answers but he doesn’t sound or look convinced. The kiss is half hearted and Dani can tell. She’s doing a fantastic job of ignoring it. Dean finally pulls away with an actual sigh. He sits back on his heels, scrubbing his hands over his face.
Dani is confused; it’s written all over her face. “There’s a bottle of pills in the nightstand,” she nods toward the left of the bed. “Everyone has problems sometimes.”
It takes a minute for Dean to catch onto what she’s suggesting but when he does, his eyes get big and he shakes his head. “No, no. no,” he insists. “I am not having problems…with the rise and shine. I-dammit,” he curses.
“I’ve gotta…get-Jesus fucking Christ on a stick…home. I gotta get home.”
Walking out the door, leaving Double D Dani pouting in her bed, it hits him. He’s not leaving because he’s got to get home or because Sam will bitch or because Dani isn’t completely amazing looking. He’s leaving because like it or not, he’s in love with Brooke Davis.
“Well fuck…”
He’s in Las Vegas and her name is Dani. She’s a blonde—natural she swears—with legs up to her neck and the most perfect pair of tits money can buy. She’s also currently tied to headboard clothed in only a thong, a pair of high heels and bedroom eyes that leave no doubt to her willingness. The bed sinks under his weight, both knees first and then his hands. He’s still wearing his jeans but he has no damn idea why. It’s not until he’s inches from her mouth, poised above her that he realizes why.
“You alright, Gorgeous?” Dani asks, her leg hooking around his waist, pulling him closer.
“Yeah,” Dean answers but he doesn’t sound or look convinced. The kiss is half hearted and Dani can tell. She’s doing a fantastic job of ignoring it. Dean finally pulls away with an actual sigh. He sits back on his heels, scrubbing his hands over his face.
Dani is confused; it’s written all over her face. “There’s a bottle of pills in the nightstand,” she nods toward the left of the bed. “Everyone has problems sometimes.”
It takes a minute for Dean to catch onto what she’s suggesting but when he does, his eyes get big and he shakes his head. “No, no. no,” he insists. “I am not having problems…with the rise and shine. I-dammit,” he curses.
“I’ve gotta…get-Jesus fucking Christ on a stick…home. I gotta get home.”
Walking out the door, leaving Double D Dani pouting in her bed, it hits him. He’s not leaving because he’s got to get home or because Sam will bitch or because Dani isn’t completely amazing looking. He’s leaving because like it or not, he’s in love with Brooke Davis.
“Well fuck…”
