His lethal weapon
Nov 12, 2020
4 minutes
Chantelle Bowden, 30, Warrington
Cracking open another beer, my friend nudged me gently. ‘I think Dean likes you,’ she teased.
‘Oh, bore off!’ I groaned, shrugging her off me.
Yet, seconds later, there was Dean, standing right next to me.
‘You must be Tilly?’ he smiled, using my nickname.
‘It’s Chantelle, actually,’ I said, putting him in his place, albeit flirtatiously! And, just like that, the sparks flew.
It was July 2013, and for the rest of the night, Dean had my full attention.
He was 29, just shy of 6ft and had a bit of
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