Sophia went to shower and get ready for her shift at the bar tonight while Dean took a seat on the couch in her living room. If it could even be called that. Her apartment looked more like a studio with the living room blending into the kitchen and not much space between them at all. He sat down and thought about how she looked when he mentioned their pack elders. All the blood drained from her face and he swore she swayed on her feet. She had given him some lame answer to avoid telling him what made her so nervous but he wouldn't pry. Yet.
After almost an hour she came out of her room wearing short denim shorts, knee-high black boots, and a lowcut tank top that showed off her generous cleavage. Dean let out a growl and slowly approached her, "Jesus Christ woman, just what do you think yo
