Dean was a teacher was at you're highschool, he was about 34 and you were 17. You've been in his psychology class for a few weeks now after moving into town, you couldn't help but crush on him like a fan girl. It was almost like he knew with the way he would closer than usual to you and always have a hand on your back while speaking to you.

Dean's eyes watched your every movement, never being able to keep his eyes off you. He wanted and needed you badly despite being way older and engaged.