A frustrated sigh escaped your lips as you wiped down the bar for a fourth time, and thought about how much you hate this job for about the thousandth. Even if it was just a way to earn some money, it was hell. The almost infinite mess, the constant stench of alcohol on your clothes, the endless line of sloppy drunks waiting to hit on you like you're a piece of meat. The last one was common in any bar, but a frequently visited truck stop bar next to a highway? Talk about constant and inappropriate flirting.

You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, trying to scrub off something that had dried onto the counter top, when the bell sounded across the bar. You glanced up to see a fairly attractive guy coming towards the bar. It was almost one in the morning, so the place was almost deserted aside from a few regulars. Once he was closer to the light, you changed your opinion; a very attractive guy.

Throwing the dingy white towel over your shoulder, you took a deep breath before walking over to the handsome stranger. "What can I get you?" you smiled, leaning against the bar. He looked up and you felt the air catch in your lungs. He had the most amazing green eyes. Almost familiar emerald eyes. You were used to seeing new faces everyday, but none like his. He smirked, looking mesmerized by your own y/e/c eyes, but answered your question.

"Just a beer, please," his voice was like music to your ears. That deep, rough voice was unlike any other. How the hell did he wind up in here?

"Coming right up," you replied almost breathlessly. Tearing your attention away from this gorgeous stranger, you poured him his beer. Still smiling like an idiot, you were about to turn back to him when a familiar voice echoed behind you.

"Hey sweetheart," a voice you knew all to well slurred. Sighing and shutting your eyes, you turned back to the stranger.

"Here's your beer," you said dryly, sliding it towards Mr. Green Eyed Handsome Man, and turned back to your other problem. Walking to the drunk who was here seven days a week and hit on you 24/7, the stranger called out a confused 'thank you'.

You stomped over to the nuisance, John you thought his name was, with a hard glare on your face. {No offense to Johns} "What do you want?" You grumbled.

"Whoa, I don't think that's the way you should talk to your best customer," he snarled drunkenly. His breath reeked of bourbon, or maybe whiskey. You honestly couldn't tell, not that you cared.

"Are you going to order something else or are you finally going to get your ass out of here?" You snapped, not having the energy for this.

"I've always liked your fire," he winked and a disgusted shiver went through you. "What's it gonna take to get you on a date with me?"

"I'll take that as a no. Excuse me, but I need to get back to work," you grumbled. Walking to the left of the douche bag to go clear another table, he grabbed your wrist. Tightly. You were whipped around to face him, and tried to hide the fact you were terrified. He was drunk, strong, and almost a foot taller than you.

"I don't get why you won't just go out with me, Y/N... I mean, you're just some trashy bar slut and it's not like many other people will want you," John growled, not looking away from your eyes. Tears were brimming in yours when someone twisted his grip from your wrist and stood in between you two.

"Why don't you do all of us a favor, apologize to the lady, and get your ass out of here," a deep voice said calmly. You recognized the voice, but you weren't sure who the person was until you glanced to where the stranger was sitting. He was gone. Well, not gone. He was defending you.

John scoffed. "Yeah, like I owe either of you anything. Some bitch, and some dumb ass who's picking a fight with someone a foot-" he didn't get to finish. He was interrupted by the attractive stranger twisting the drunk's arm, resulting in a squeal from the victim. He snatched his arm away, hurrying out of the bar.

You found yourself laughing after he'd left. After a few months, someone finally got that idiot to leave. Speaking of that, you finally got a better look at the stranger when he turned around, still rather close to you. The light scruff lining a sharp jawline, the perfect smile hiding behind full lips. Not to mention the eyes. Oh my god those eyes made you melt.

"Are you okay?" He asked, a lot less intimidating. You realized you were staring, and looked down at the ground.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Thank you," you muttered, feeling your cheeks flush. Then, he gently grabbed your wrist, that was already forming a bruise, and ran his fingers over your skin. Every second you were in contact with him, sparks erupted on your skin. You both looked up at each other, catching one another's eyes. Losing yourself yet again in his eyes, you were glad he spoke.

"Dean," he said breathlessly.

"Y/N," you smiled, wanting to get to know this stranger.

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This is my first entry for this book but I'm going to be adding many more! Thanks for reading! Vote, comment, and request!