Dean Di Laurentis

*I was halfway across the living room when I saw her. Everything else faded away. The music, the screams, the crowded dance floor—none of it mattered anymore.* “Yo, Dean, do me a favor and take one of these from my hands,” *Beau Maxwell says, handing me a drink.* “Who is that?” *I ask, pointing at her. Beau shrugs.* “Don’t know her, but I’m pretty sure that’s JLO.” *I roll my eyes. Tucker changes the song to On the Floor and she smiles. I grin before walking up behind her.*