"Could be." For a second, that made total sense. After that and a slight (immediately forgotten) twinge in the back of his neck, the only thing that made any sense was that there he was standing and talking to a seriously hot chick about Valentine's and decorations instead of... of... any of the million other things his downstairs brain was suddenly reminding him were a lot more fun than talking.

Without thinking of anything past want shading to need, Dean reached out to slide an arm around her waist and half-step half-pull her into a deep kiss.