Chapter # 16

He could feel himself started to sweat again, heat palming itself to his skin. Looking at the clock, he decided he still had time to take the third shower of the day. Pulling fresh clothes, he jumped into the shower- taking his time to scrub himself off the imaginary dirt and sweat. After almost dumping half of the contents available in Drake's bathroom on his body, he was satisfied. He dried himself, and decided to go with a full sleeve t-shirt this time. The deodorant bottle was gasping for air when he was done with it. "Hey, you wan----holy shit. How are you breathing?" Drake demanded when he entered the room, his hands going towards his nose to cover it. The room was smelling so strongly of the spray that it was watering the eyes. Dean ignored him and was looking with quiet deadly intent towards the bottle of the cologne when it disappeared from his sight. "Sara will run away if you keep going. Enough, you smell fine." "No, the magazine said woman like men who sme