"No." Dean caught your wrist as you unfisted the waist of his shirt, "please."
You granted him one last kiss, then pulled away. Staring into his emerald eyes as you tugged your hand from his grasp. His bottom lip quivered and his jaw clenched.
"Hold on." He pleaded but you turned your back on him.
"You know what I want. No more pretending." You met his teary gaze in the mirror.
Lately he'd been pulling away, distancing himself from you like he was preparing for this moment. You were sick of it.
"Stay... I need you more than you think."