Dean wasn't typically one to get attached. Sleeping with women without so much as a second call came naturally, like swimming to a shark.

Holding you in his arms made a wave of comfort wash over him. His hands grasped your body as though you were made of a delicate glass, head buried in your neck.

The sweet sound of your soft breaths made him feel giddy, though he'd never admit it to you.

You made settling down seem like less of a boring thought.