His Type

Title His Type
Rating PG-13

She knew his type, he'd breeze into town and sleep with every available – and some not so available – female. She'd always managed to not be one of the conquests, she was smarter than that.

So why had she fallen for the smile and lifted eyebrow?

Why had she given him her number?

Why was she sitting at home on a Saturday night waiting for a phone call from someone she knew would never call, or at least never call twice?

She knew his type all too well. But right now she knew she would do anything for Dean.

Damn him.