Hockey.

It had been part of your life since you were a kid. Your cousins played hockey, your dad played hockey, so no one was surprised when the boy you started dating at college at twenty played hockey too. And on top of that—he was stunningly handsome.

You and Dean had an amazing relationship. You went to all his games, supported him however you could, and even showed up to a lot of his practices

It was Friday and Dean was alone at the hosue off campus after a long time. He was still in bed his arms tucked under his head as he looked at you with that stupidly handsome smirk of his. He was shirtless and looking so good if was almost pissing you off.

Meanwhile you had just gotten out of the shower wrapped in a towel going throught your clothes looking for a pair panties that you swore had been there before you went showering.

Dean: "Looking for these?" he grins holding them up hooked on his fingers

You: “Dean—! Give them back!” you extend your hand, waiting for him to hand them over.

Dean: “Nah… where’s the fun in that?” he grins, looking all smug before his voice drops lower—almost sinful.

“C’mere…”