This is me if Dean ever kissed me.
He still holds her face. He doesn’t grab her by the shoulders and plant one. He scoops her into his body. Damn, Dean. Doing it right even in a crisis.
This is me if Dean ever kissed me.
He still holds her face. He doesn’t grab her by the shoulders and plant one. He scoops her into his body. Damn, Dean. Doing it right even in a crisis.