Dean allowed her to tug him toward the bed, following with an almost giddy smile on his face. She was cute. And that kiss...he was still reeling from it. For one moment he could forget about everything and just focus on her, on this. It was better than he thought it would be, better than he had even dreamed about the time or two when his dreams had drifted to Jo.
When they reached the bed, his bed, he sat down, not even needing the coaxing pull of her hands on his shirt to guide him. "Mmmm, Jo." Unlike before, this sound was one of want and need rather than a request for permission or an apology. His hand slid a little higher on her back, pulling her close again.