Dean watched Emma, not missing a thing as she chatted and ate. Her face was shining and well-rested, her eyes bright and calm. She was hands-down the most attractive woman he’d ever known, a fact which still surprised him a bit. The blonde from the bar was what he'd long thought of as his 'type', and Dean knew that if she and Emma were standing side by side, a huge number of men would choose the blonde, with all her t**s and ass and s*x appeal on full display – but he’d choose Emma now. He'd choose her in a heartbeat. He had a whole new appreciation for sweetness, something that he’d done without in his life for a very long time. She soothed him, and he hadn’t even known that was what he’d wanted or needed.
He cleared the table then came back to her. Without a word, he pulled Emma to her
