Dean smirked and shrugged at Lexi’s teasing about his ability to put away food.  He was a bottomless pit, and he would admit it.  As long as he wasn’t devastated and mourning, anyway.  During the several months since Mika had died, he had eaten when he remembered to, or when he left enough room in his stomach after the whiskey for the night.  So, being hungry was a welcome sensation.

“I’m a growing boy.”, he quipped back at her, picking up a bag of chips from the bed and removing the bag clip to shove his hand in the bag.  He mocked her as she demanded that he start the movie, and he gave a small laugh, picking the remote up from beside the pillow behind him.  He turned the tv on and pressed play, settling back against the head board, and leaning his shoulder against hers.

“It’s also a long enough movie that you should be able to head to bed if you ready after…or I can pick the next one and you can spend more time with me.”, he teased, picking up another piece of chocolate for her, and placing it in his palm, before holding it out to her with a dazzling smile.  The temptation to flirt was strong, but he didn’t want to push his luck, either with her own hang ups or his.  But he couldn’t help feeling a tug at his heart having her in his bed, snacking on chocolate, wearing his clothes, and seemingly open to at least being touched.