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Red lipstick (D. Portman)

I walked into Dean's dorm room, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I hadn't seen him in weeks, and my heart was pounding with excitement. As soon as he saw me, his face lit up with a huge smile, and he came running over to me, lifting me up in a tight embrace.

"God, I missed you so much," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

"I missed you too," I replied, my heart swelling with love.

We spent the day exploring the town, holding hands and stealing kisses whenever we could. We visited coffee shops, ate at local diners, and walked around the park, taking in the beautiful scenery. Dean was always so attentive, his hand never leaving mine, his eyes always fixed on me.

As the day turned into night, we found ourselves back in Dean's dorm room, cuddled up together on his bed. We talked about everything and nothing, our conversations filled with laughter and love. Dean was such a good listener, always making me feel like the most important person in the world.

Dean leaned over to kiss me, his lips warm and soft against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, lost in each other's embrace.

Eventually, we pulled away, catching our breath. "I love you so much," Dean said, looking into my eyes.

"I love you too," I replied, smiling.

We lay together, our bodies entwined, his arms wrapped tightly around me. We talked about our future, and all the adventures that lay ahead. We spoke about our dreams, our hopes, and all the things we wanted to do together.

As the night wore on, we fell asleep in each other's arms, our bodies entwined and our hearts beating as one. In the morning, I woke up to find lipstick stains on his pillow, evidence of our love and passion from the night before.

Dean woke up, a smile spreading across his face as he saw me looking at him. "Good morning, beautiful," he said, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

"Good morning," I replied, my heart swelling with love.

We spent the day exploring the city, holding hands and stealing kisses whenever we could. We visited museums, ate at fancy restaurants, and walked hand in hand through the park. Dean was always so romantic, always making me feel like a princess.

As the sun began to set, we found ourselves standing on a bridge, overlooking the river. Dean turned to me, his eyes filled with love. "I never want to be without you," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

"I'll always be here," I replied, taking his hand in mine.

We stood there, watching the sun set, content in each other's company. In that moment, nothing else mattered. We were together, and that was all that mattered.

As the night drew to a close, we found ourselves back in Dean's dorm room, cuddled up together in his bed. We talked about our future, and all the adventures that lay ahead. And even though we didn't know what the future held, we knew that we would face it together, hand in hand, and heart to heart.

"I love you more than anything in this world," Dean said, pulling me close.

"I love you too," I replied, snuggling into his embrace.

And we fell asleep, wrapped up in each other's arms, our hearts beating as one.