The Ghost Of You
You have know Dean your entire life, but now he seems like a stranger.
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His fingers grip my side with a desire less like want and more like necessity. The other hand tangles in my hair, tugging it with forced gentleness. Our mouths part but remain hovering mere centimeters away from one another. His breath is hot and ragged as it skids across my tongue. It was then that my senses trul...