As Dean continued to go about his daily tasks like normal, the thought of Claude never left his mind.
He wished it was an exaggeration.
Talking with Pearl about it probably unhinged the last screw of whatever door he'd been trying to keep shut. The constant flashes of Claude's face, the sky reminding him of Claude's eyes, the itch to grab his phone and check on Claude—the acceptance at which Dean acknowledged this yearning.
It was never at this level before.
Maybe this desire to date Claude was merely an infatuation, a crush soon to pass.
Except Dean didn't get crushes on his other male friends.
Not to mention the absolute attraction he'd always known he felt for the vampire, but denied indulging again and again without fail and without wiggle room.
Monday had arrived.
It was thirt
