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“Dean,” his voice boomed and was it just me or did it suddenly get really hot in here? It was just me because the second our hands met, there was no going back. He had me hooked, and I wanted to feel every expanse and inch of skin on his body. I wanted to explore his beautiful figure and map out every freckle I could find, trace along them and form the many constellations that covered his body.
“Like James Dean?” I gave him my best hand shake, firm but gentle. His hand was so warm and my stomach kept fluttering like butterflies were trying to escape the confines of my body.
“I guess you could say that,” he smirked.