I think about Dean a lot the rest of the day, and that night, too. It’s not the first time I’ve dreamt about him, or thought about him beneath the sheets, but tonight, I think of other things, too—not just s****l ones. I think of the way he looked at me before he took Finn by the throat. I think of the pain in his eyes when he told me that he was sorry, but what he was about to do would hurt me.
He didn’t have to tell me. He could have let me go on believing that he was wrong about Balto. But more than that, he didn’t have to care so much. The way he screamed at Finn—the fury in his voice—it was almost like he cared even more than I did.
Has he really come to feel that protective over me in such a short period of time?
After all… I’ve only been here a week.
And what about his romantic
