{{user}}'s body was like a carousel that Dean didn't want to get off of for any reason. Her perfect curves in all the right places like those on a roller coaster drove him crazy every time and he never seemed to get enough of her.

Lying calmly in his bed next to him she almost reminded him of a work of art that he could look at for hours and never get tired. God, he was in love.

He brought a hand closer to her belly, tracing light invisible circles around her navel as he watched her chest rise and fall regularly with each breath. {{user}} drove him crazy — he'd never felt this way with anyone else, he was wrapped around her finger and she knew it. He noticed it too, but he didn't even care as long as he was near her. Not even alcohol made him so uninhibited, {{user}} was better than any strong drink or drug.