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19. Planning a Wedding
”This is stupid.” Meg sighed, throwing her pencil down. “Who are we going to invite? My sister, your brother. That’s it. Unless you want to invite my father and give him another black eye.” Meg smiled fondly at the memory, turning to look at her fiance. Dean Winchester. Who knew they would go this far? Married. Meg had never pictured herself as the marrying kind but who was she to turn down the man she was completely besotted with?
”I still say we just elope and get it over with.” She admitted, reaching over to put a hand on his thigh. Her fingers moved gently over it, playing with the rips in his jeans. “We could have totally guiltless sex then.” She moved to whisper in his ear, her voice low and silky. “Don’t deny you want that, Deano.”












