Jensen was just barely roused enough to make sense of those words. With a smile on her face, she rolled around in the huge lake of a bed and looked over at Dean. In the dim light that filtered through the curtains, he looked like some sort of fantasy made real. The muscles of his chest and belly were perfectly delineated without him looking like he worshipped at the altar of the gym lords and she wanted to spend hours learning that amazing body. He’d pulled his dreads back into a tail before they fell into bed and she wanted to pull the band out of his hair, fill her hands with it, and bite his mouth and just enjoy him. He flicked a look at her, then. The bottom of her stomach fell out. Slowly, he sat up. When he held out a hand, without thinking twice, she put her hand in his. “You sure, Ty?” He paused and then sighed.
