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Dean goes silent.
I shake my head., thoughts all over the place. I gather all the dishes, my face burning, and start to put things into the sink. Did I really just admit to wanting him back? Dammit! I need some space. I need to get away from him before I do something I’ll regret. But then, I look back into the living room and the hot-as-fuck man sitting there all alone, his shoulders stiff. It makes my heart ache. He's been alone for a long time, I think.
I'm not going to turn my back on him.
Liar. You know you want him too. You just need an excuse.
"I think we need some ice cream," I announce, rummaging through the freezer for something to take the heat down between us.
Dean grunts. "Alright."
Wow, he really is shut down all of a sudden. "Do you want some?"
Another one-word answer. "Yes."
After scooping out the sweet treat, I go back to the couch and sit next to him, closer than I was before. I hand him his bowl, the spoon clinking against the side of it. “Here you go, now let's watch the movie."
Dean doesn’t restart the show, though. "Princess."
"Yeah?" Since when do I answer so easily to the pet name?
"We need to talk about this." He waves at the space between the two of us, and I know all too well what he’s referencing.
"I know." I sigh. "I'm not sure there's a whole lot to talk about, though."
"There's a whole lot to talk about. You're young and beautiful, and you're my son’s ex. But I can’t make myself care about any of that when you’re here. “
I pause with my spoon halfway to my face. "We've already established he and I are basically done. Now focus. Let's watch the movie."
Dean groans. "You're stubborn as hell, princess."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
The look he gives me is pure fire, but Dean doesn't say a thing. He takes the remote and starts the movie, and even though I feel like I'm going to combust, I force myself to relax and watch.
After a few minutes, the adrenaline starts to fade, and I find myself yawning. I set my empty bowl on the table and snuggle into the corner of the couch, resting my feet on the cushions. I can't help the second yawn that comes, and then the third, and the fourth.
"Tired, princess?"
"Mmmhmmm. The movie is so good. It's scary but not too scary. Just right."
He chuckles. "That's not why you're tired. Do you want to go to bed?"
"No," I mumble. "I'm watching the movie."
Dean stands and walks away, and my heart drops. Is he done with me? I shouldn't be so clingy, and I know that, but I like being around him. I feel safe and comfortable.
I can hear him moving around the house, and the lights flip off, leaving only the light of the television.
"Here," he says and drapes a blanket over me. "Lie down and get some sleep."
It’s such a sweet gesture from a man who insists he isn’t sweet that it leaves me reeling. "Where are you going?"
"Nowhere, sweetheart. Just to the chair."
"Stay," I say, and it sounds more desperate than I meant it to. But he does, sitting back down on the sofa.
"Come here, then," he orders, and the command sends a shiver through me.
