(Dean POV)
I open my eyes to the familiar surroundings of my living room. At last, I'm back to reality and no longer tied up to a damn chair,
thank God—I'm curled up on the couch with a blanket covering me.
I blink a few times to adjust my vision, making sure I'm still not in a dream state. I look past my feet, expecting the love of my life to
be sitting there. To my disappointment, Annabel is no where to be found.
I sigh and sit up. I look down between my legs and notice a large
tent in my shorts. I pet my c**k that's full of desire, full of frustration. In response, my c**k throbs through the fabric. I moan
softly. f**k me. I really need to find her.
I take another look around. Still no signs of her. I vacate the couch and head upstairs. I immediately stop by
