He’s propped himself up somehow, messy
hair falling around his face, shirt unbuttoned.
The sunset shines across his jawline and the
curve of his neck, landing on the desk like a
sweet piece of candy.
Beautiful and tempting.
Honestly…
Other than his temper, Dean is gorgeous.
I’m mesmerized.
Remembering how violent he is, I immediately
look away, lifting my chin.
“Tch, looks like a raccoon,” Dean sneers.
He looks at the blackboard for a minute, then
stretches out his legs and kicks my foot, all
casual bad boy.
“Hey, you woke me up twice. You gotta pay
up.”
Remembering the two guys who were taken
away in ambulances, I swallow hard.
く
“W-What do you want me to do?”
Dean looks at me for a long moment, resting
his chin in his hand, thinking hard.
“You have a nice voice,” he says, swallowing
hard. “Sing me a lullaby.”
Me: ?
Dude, we’re in class!
