An old friend calls.

Catch up.

After their epic meeting, Taylor decided to make up his bloody nose by buying him a beer. I mean it was the least she could do for the accidental attack.

Taylor's POV

"So, why are you here Dean?" I asked, curiously as I took a sip of her beer turning my head over to analyse Dean's features in await for a response.

"I was transferred, so now. You have to put up with me just like old times"
He lifted his bottle filled with intoxication as a sly grin swiftly shaped in his lips.

I rolled my hazel hues in annoyance at his cute grin. "Well a part of me won't apologise for the bloody nose. I mean I'm sure you deserved it." I admitted in a jokingly matter.

"Ouch." Dean responded in a low tone, obviously not offended but more amused at how much of a quick comeback I had purposed.

Deans POV

I'm surprised at how straight forward she is. When we were kids it was me who done the orders, I guess her high paid salary of a job has made her more dominant, more in charge. Can't say it's not a turn on, but it is. I'm getting ahead of myself. It's good to see her again. Oh and the mask, it was used in a play we were in; beauty in the beast.. She got the part of the beast.  She was such a tomboy back then. It was a cold way to re introduce myself but I thought it'll make her laugh. Because lord knows I missed it.

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Hours passed and glasses were empty. Both Taylor and Dean had a lot to catch up on.

"I'm gonna hit the can.. Don't drink my beer." I said as I lifted myself off the stool, pointing my index finger at Taylor. Walking in a manly manner toward the men's bathroom. I snuck a glimpse noticing Taylor nodded at me in response to /not/ laying a finger on my bottle.

Taylor's POV

As soon as he was out of sight, I arched both eyebrows up lifting his bottle to my lips. "You should know me." I whispered to myself before being interrupted by a guy who invited himself onto Dean's stool. Leaving the rim of the bottle on my bottom lip, my gazes analysing his broad torso inhaling his familiar scent as my eyes trailed up to his face.

"Caleb?"

It was my dance partner from the other night. My over protective friend.

"You following me now?" I questioned placing Dean's bottle down onto the wooden counter.

"Oh don't flatter yourself, as a matter of fact I was just in the mood for a drink seeing you here was a bonus." Caleb intwined his big hands together as his masculine face lowered down to meet my gaze.

"Okay there Cupid.. Keep your compliments to yourself bud." I lifted an extended arm, giving Caleb a pat on the back, appreciating the compliment but setting the boundary.

He was such a charm.

"Dance with me." Caleb shuffled down from Dean's stool, keeping his eyes fixed on mine. Standing to his feet, he offered me his hand.

Really Caleb?

I squinted an eye at him, noticing how structured and classy he was. I gathered up myself ignoring his hand, moving toward him just to let his inviting hand be pushed by my stomach a light grin forming.

"Just don't stand on my feet." I responded.

Caleb scoffed at me. I remained to ignore his charming manner, I could see his chocolate brown gazes lower down then back up at me, mirroring his contagious grin. I moved my hips to the music, lifting my  hands into her hair as the music became my trance. Feeling the alcohol take full control, I closed my eyes in pure enjoyment of the aroma in the crowd. Caleb moved himself behind me, his cheek brushing along my ear, as his big hands slowly but steadily slid upon her waist.

Woah, cowboy.

I placed both digits around his wrists as his hands remained on my hips, the feeling of his breath tickled my neck almost sinking into the feeling. I slowly lifted his hands off my waist, only to lift his arms up with my own over my  head my hips doing the work eliciting a quirky chuckle.

Their dance was soon interrupted by a female behind him. He must have caught her eye, I don't blame her.

"He's all yours." I curved a wide almost relieved smirk as I nodded my head to the music walking backwards as mine and his positions departed. Caleb gave me a desperate look, as if the moment was ruined. But he covered it up, licking his lips as the girl too my place removing eye contact to make it less embarrassing, he embraced the moment instead with the girl.

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"I'm gone for a few minutes and you're already bumping and grinding." Dean said as his back was leant against the counter, holding his beer as he scanned my return.

I rolled my eyes, swatting a hand against Dean's shoulder. "Shut up."

As I moved myself toward my stool, I stumbled foolishly from the alcohol in my system, thankfully I saved myself by placing both hands onto the edge of the counter, leaving Dean in the middle. Our faces now inches apart. Instantly Dean placed a hand onto my waist, parting his fingers to keep me steady.

"Looks like I should get you home T." Dean was now in a trance of how close our bodies, our faces were from each other.

Feeling his breathing unsteady as his hand remained securely on my rib cage.

Don't stop, for the love of Pete, don't stop looking at me like this.

Both of our eyes plastered on each other's lips, waiting for either one to make the first move.

"Cmon.." His low husky voice hit my lips as he moved himself over me, closer against me, towering over my small frame.

Things were silent on their taxi ride home. But Dean didn't care, as long as he got her home safely it didn't matter. Taylor was a jumbled mess, she hadn't let loose in awhile. Both made it home with ease, but what remained was the replaying moment that happened at that bar. It was clear that feelings were exchanged.. It wasn't one lane, it was two.

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