No matter what they said, what they agreed in the cold light of day, Dean knew that forgetting his night with Hannah was never an option. How could he possibly forget the realisation of his heart's deepest desire, the knowledge of what her skin felt like against his, how she responded to his touch, how there was a certain spot just at the curve of her neck that made her gasp and shiver and tighten her grip on his arms?
No, Dean knew he would never be able to forget that night, but when Hannah stands at his door, telling him, "We need to talk," he knows, with bone deep clarity, that she won't either.
Chicago Med, Hannah/Dean
No matter what they said, what they agreed in the cold light of day, Dean knew that forgetting his night with Hannah was never an option. How could he possibly forget the realisation of his heart's deepest desire, the knowledge of what her skin felt like against his, how she responded to his touch, how there was a certain spot just at the curve of her neck that made her gasp and shiver and tighten her grip on his arms?
No, Dean knew he would never be able to forget that night, but when Hannah stands at his door, telling him, "We need to talk," he knows, with bone deep clarity, that she won't either.