Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

Chapter 60: Manic Monday

"Princess? Hey – ,"

"Huh?"

I turned in the corridor the second the familiar rumble bounced off the walls and then squinted a little towards the whitewashed horizon as the shift from the bright summer sun from the outside messed with my vision until I couldn't see a thing. I physically startled when a hand touched my elbow.

Eep.

"Whoa, somebody seems kinda nervy this evenin'."

Dean was standing right at my side which I realized from his hold and the smell of his aftershave but had to blink a few more times before I could properly make out. His own bright blue eyes were far better adjusted from having been tucked in the arena all afternoon, but he still had his shades looped in through his shirt collar and was it weird that I found the look totally hot? I mean alongside his lazy gum chewing and the fluffy bangs of his hairstyle.

Oh who was I kidding?

My fiancé was always hot.

I reached out to wrap my fingers lightly around his forearm and he responded by pressing his free hand against my hip like at any moment I thought there might be an earthquake and so was latching to the thing that I knew would keep me safe.

He frowned at me,

"Okay, somethin' is eatin' you, an' if you don't tell me straight up I'll tickle it outta you instead."

"You wouldn't dare."

His fingers curled inwards and began to brush teasingly over my side and I squeaked a little then began squirming on instinct because I had long possessed the world's most sensitive skin. From a few paces behind Matt took off his trilby then swiped the back of his hand across his head, where a bead of sweat had collected on his brow line which he then cleared even further by using his fashion statement as a fan.

He wrinkled his brow a little at our showing,

"God you two are ridiculously cute – like – I can't even stand the hallmark card levels of cuteness. But as for the nerves thing? We cut our little trip off early because your girl here has been called in to see the big bad boss."

"Hunter?" Dean barked looking instantly furious and I shook my head in response,

"No, Vince."

"The fuck does he want?"

I shrugged and threw my hands up but then undermined my attempt at being super casual by biting my poor bottom lip down hard and it make him flick my nose tip lightly in warning because he tended to hate when I beat myself up and which was kind of ironic since he was always picking at himself or slapping his own face or scratching at his hair.

"Um," I blinked, "I'm not sure, she wouldn't tell me."

"She?"

"His assistant, she said I've got to go there right away."

Dean nodded back,

"Alright then, let's do this."

He raised his hand back up from my hip bone and then used it to tangle his fingers in mine, before turning and towing me blinking along the corridor until I was following like a faithful labrador in a baffled stupor right behind, feeling both grateful and confused by his presence but remembering to pivot back and give Matty a farewell wave. Dean continued walking regardless however and the pulled me round a corner and took my work best friend from sight, leaving me with little option but to try and keep pace with him and appreciate his protectiveness.