Dean kissed Avery softly, their lips clinging together gently at first, then with more urgency.

Avery sighed against Dean's lips and whispered his Dean's name into his ears. He tasted just like the champagne he had poured into her wine glass and at that moment, it tasted sweeter than everything she had ever tasted.

Feeling his lips against hers, Avery sighed against them before murmuring his name as her hands moved to clutch his hair. The same hair she had never been able to touch ever since she knew him.

“I really am sorry”. Dean whispered into her mouth.

“Just kiss me”. Avery replied. Her body, already thrumming with want...