April felt her heart speed up, Dean was so close and she could feel his heart against hers. The vibrational pull of two synchronized hearts, beat like they were fighting their way through storms, the cosmos and then back to each other.
Dean smiled down at her, her eyes soft stared back into his," Do you want me to ask Bernie to cook and we can take this upstairs?"
April was lost in his captivating eyes until he spoke, she smiled but refused, "No, I don't need you to do that." Deans hands were working their way down her body so she held them in place around her hips and said, "Hands!"
Dean smiled as she whispered and scolded him, "Come on we haven't, you know had time together recently."
April rolled her eyes, "You will be okay, keep your hands to yourself I have to cook and grandpa is waiting for me."
