VOLKO

Chapter Twenty-Eight

That night Dean did come to my room, and every other night this week. It has become the best and worst part of my day. I'd spend all day, sitting by the window in my room, quietly observing the people below going about their daily activities. Unaware of my watchful eye.

It didn't escape my notice that whenever Dean came into view all my senses responded. I couldn't help but eyeball him any chance I got. Only to quickly hide from view the moment I suspected he would catch me. The little game I seem to be playing alone, felt foolish, yet necessary. I couldn't risk my feelings exposing me.

And then night would come, Dean would quietly enter my room, like a thief in the night. The fact he always appeared dressed straight from dinner, and his first words were always after hungry kissing me, telling me I wasn't the only one feeling the desperate need for contact.

At first I'd tried to hide my body, tugging my shirt down or wishing to have the lights off. My body was nowhere near the same standard as Dean's. I had lumps and bumps in places I didn't like.

Yet Dean's unshameful confidence in his body was infectious. His sweet words mixed with a refusal to allow me to retreat, made me feel more beautiful than I had done before.

Even now, listening to the steady beat of his heart, whilst his finger lightly stroked the length of my spin, did I feel no embarrassment of my nakedness.

I found such peace in these short lived moments before Dean would leave again. Only to repeat the process all over tomorrow. This was the only time I'd found peace since coming here, I thought.

Absently I played with the thin amount of chest hair Dean had, loved the feel of it running through my fingers.

"You have the strangest taste in books. What'd you pick, one of every genre?" His voice breaking the silence we'd comfortably created since finishing fucking.

Dean stared at the pile of books I'd been slowly making my way through. When Will had come to visit me a couple of days ago, to check up on me, I'd only mentioned wanting to stay in my room all day reading as a passing comment. I hadn't expected someone to return a few hours later carrying a pile.

The gesture had touched me, no matter how expressionless he was, I was beginning to like Will. Perhaps because he reminded me so much of Dean.

"I like to read lots of different things. History, crime, travel. There is a whole world out there full of knowledge." I said truthfully, tilting my head to see Dean watching me.

A ghost of a smile graced his impeccable lips, immediately I wanted to kiss them. Less than half an hour ago they'd been doing unimaginable things to me, yet I wanted them again. I always wanted them. I reflexed painfully.

Reading my thoughts, Dean pressed his lips to mine. Gently probing my mouth open with his tongue, granting him full access. One arm wrapped around my waist pulling me into his warmth, whilst the other hand cradled my head.

When Dean lifted his head, I bit back a moan of displeasure.

"I wish I could see the world from your eyes sometimes." Dean leaned back, propping himself up on an elbow to look at my flustered face.

Mimicking his position, I pretended not to care when the sheet slid fractionally downward. Offering Dean's greedy eyes a seek peek at my breasts.

Eagerly, I looked to see Dean's publics dilated and for once knew he was thinking the exact same thing as me. As if my nipples knew what was to come, they tightened giving anyway my own arousal.

"Can I ask you a question?" Dean momentarily turned his glance lazily back to mine.

"You can ask, doesn't mean I will answer." Dean trailed a hand over to the sheet, dipping his hand inside. Goosebumps appeared across my skin from the contact of his warm inviting hands.