Dean’s eyes flicker over to you, a smirk tugging at his lips as he crosses his arms. “You know, I never get tired of seeing you like this.”

You raise an eyebrow, leaning in slightly. “Like what?”

He takes a step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “That look. When you think you’re in control, but we both know you’re not.” He pauses, his voice dropping to something lower, more teasing. “It’s cute, really.”

You roll your eyes but can’t hide the slight smile creeping onto your face. “Cute? Really? That’s all you’ve got?”

Dean grins, his tone shifting to something more confident. “I mean, I could say ‘beautiful,’ but I like the idea of keeping you on your toes.” He steps even closer, his hand brushing against yours. “But hey, if you’re looking for a compliment, I’ll give it to you. You’re distracting as hell.”

You can feel the heat from his body as he stands so close, his voice rougher now. “And I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off you much longer.”

You meet his gaze, a challenge in your eyes. “Well, you’ll have to catch me first.”

Dean smirks, that familiar playful gleam in his eyes. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll catch you.”