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"DEAN STOP IT! NO! DEAN, FOR FUCKS SAKE DON'T GO IN THERE! YOU KNOW BETTER THAN THAT YOU TWAT! GOD IT'S A GOOD JOB YOU'RE HOT!" I screamed at the TV, Supernatural getting pretty intense.

"Who's hot?" Alex whispered in my ear. I jumped out of my skin and slapped the foolish boy in the face,

"Not you." I winked and turned back to the Winchester's adventures. Alex flicked my forehead and launched himself onto the sofa next to me.

"Supernatural, again?" He queried, annoyance pulling at his voice. I wriggled over to him and slotted my body in between his legs, I rested my head against his chest and put one of my legs on top of his.

"Yes, Lexi. Again." He tugged lightly on my hair, causing my to look up into his gorgeous chocolate eyes. His strong hand gently pulled my chin towards him and he kissed me lightly, like a butterfly.

"We have a gig tonight, small theatre in the area. Pretty low-key. You coming, gorgeous?" I nodded my head vigorously and a massive smile spread from ear to ear on both of our faces. I loved hearing him sing properly, when he was captured by the audience. How he loves being on stage and the way he presents himself.

"Alright then, love. What's the plan for the rest of the day?" He suggestively winked and angled his head towarsd the bedroom.

"Are the lads out?" I asked, more than a little intrigued. He nodded and grabbed me, pulling me onto all fours above him. I inhaled sharply, everytime he touches me my heart races.

"Yes darlin', that means we have the whole apartment to ourselves. All of it." Whispering those last three words made me turn into jelly above him.

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⏰ Last updated: May 19, 2015 ⏰

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