It occurs to Anya that she still has all of her clothes on. She slowly pulls her camisole off, her pierced breasts finally free. The cool air of the library, mixed with the sweat already making trails down her creamy skin, causes goosebumps to break out across her torso. Her nipples turn to pebbles.

Dean's eyes drop down to her chest, his hungry gaze shifting into something more feral. His warm hand makes a trail up her soft stomach and takes one of her breasts in his hand, his thumb raking across her pert nipple.