Dean and Kayla hit the University for some ancient literature on how to kill zombies. He saw the surprised on her face when he'd specifically asked her to go, but he had to do something. They were in a storage room for the history department's books trying to find something useful and he kept getting distracted. Kayla was sifting through one of a hundred boxes of old textbooks and his eyes traced her figure; they were alone in here after all. There weren't even cameras.
He came up behind her and smirked a little when she tensed. Dean slid his hands around her waist and she stood up straight.
"What are you doing?" And for the love of God, don't.
"Admiring." He kissed her neck and listened to the sweet sound of that quick breath.
She played indifferent. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you dumped me."
"This may shock you, but having a stable relationship isn't really one of my requirements for this kind of thing."
"Yeah, just shocked. Look you're the one who…"
"What? Wants you?" He turned her towards him and started backing her up towards the wall. "No one's around, don't even try to pretend you didn't think about it."
She hated that he was right and felt her back hit the wall. God she missed being this close to him. It was a mistake; she knew he would soon be back to blowing her off, but she gave in. "So what are you waiting for?"