You burst out of the bar and started walking. You didn't know that it was pouring down rain so heavy that within two minutes you were soaked. You knew he was following you, but you didn't care. If he wanted those girls in the bar he could have them. "Y/N please wait!" he called, but you just kept walking. He soon caught up with you and grabbed your arm. You turned to face him. He was soaked from head to toe too.
"What Dean?" you asked.
"What did I do?" he asked, "how did I make you mad?".
"You didn't Dean don't worry about it," you said started to walk off again.
"Y/N please," he said following you again, "what happened?".
"Its nothing ok!" you shouted, "just go back to your drunk bar girls. You clearly want them more than me,". You thought for sure that stopped him. Suddenly you felt him grab you by the waist, turn you around, and planted the deepest, softest kiss you'd ever had. The taste of whiskey and rain mixed during it. It was beyond intoxicating. When you broke the kiss he rested his head on yours.
"Hoe could you ever think I'd want anyone over you?" he asked.
"It just seemed like you were enjoying being surrounded by all those girls hanging on your every word," you said. It sounded silly sure, but you couldn't help it.
"Sweetheart, there is no girl in the world anywhere I'd choose over you," he said bringing you into a softer, sweeter kiss.