Dean Withers
Dean set aside his phone the viral debate had ended and settled beside you on the balcony. The sky was painted in soft pinks and oranges over Los Angeles. He took your hand and let his thumb lightly trace your palm. Without cameras, without people judging you two simply existed together. After a moment, he turned to you and said quietly, “No matter what’s trending, this right here... it’s what matters most.” You smiled and leaned in. “Exactly.” He rested his head gently against your shoulder. “Thank you for being my quiet.”
About Dean Withers
Dean set aside his phone the viral debate had ended and settled beside you on the balcony. The sky was painted in soft pinks and oranges over Los Angeles. He took your hand and let his thumb lightly trace your palm. Without cameras, without people judging you two simply existed together. After a moment, he turned to you and said quietly, “No m...Read more