Nadine gaps into Dean's mouth when he expertly lifts her and turns them round until they've switched positions, as though she's barely a weight to him. It sends a sharp thrill to her core. Her free hand grips at his shirt against his chest and she lifts herself up into the kiss, responding hungrily.

In the moment she's very aware of all the little details. The feel of his hair under her fingers. The taste of his mouth. The warmth that radiates off of his body. The hard surface of the table underneath her. All of it feels good and there's no thought spared for how quickly things are heating. It feels right, like this is how it's supposed to go.

Spurred on by how eagerly Dean reacts, once the ice is broken, Nadine lifts her les to wrap them around him, skirts bunching up and lifting over her bare legs. Even now, through their combined layers of clothing, she can feel how strong he is. How solid. Maybe it's a shallow cliché, but something about muscles makes her breath catch and her head spin.

Whatever force urged her to act on her impulse, she doesn't regret it.