Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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I knew I was in deep shit when I realized that I cared what the fuck was going on within the parameters of whatever relationship Dean and I had. It hit me like a train as I laid in bed the night before with a dull feeling in my chest.
And I knew then I had fucked up and I was in trouble.
Naturally, I ignored it.
Then the moron left me alone at the motel for a couple hours. So now I sat on the bed, music blaring so loud that the people across the building could probably hear it so I wouldn't be able to focus on my own thoughts.
I adjusted the leather jacket I had borrowed from Dean around my body. He had left it on the back of the chair when he left. It swallowed me, almost going down to my knee.
The door creaked open, and I rolled my eyes as I let out a relieved breath. "Well, look who it is. The man of the fucking hour. What happened to 'I'm just getting coffee. Be back in fifteen.'?"
Dean's eyes swept over me. "What's this?" He gestured to me.
I looked down at my lingerie clad body covered by his jacket. "I got cold, you moron. What do you think? You took too long." I crossed my arms over my chest, jacket drawing forward to cover me.
"I never would've left if you told me this was on today's to-do list."
I gave him a bored look. "Pervert."
"Come here."
"No."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Move your arms," he instructed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Blackmailing you," he said, though I knew he was joking. He grinned at me.
"Whore," I muttered, letting my arms fall to my sides before sliding back further onto the bed and leaning back on my arms. "Make me wait an hour and a half again and you'll be needing the pictures." I draw my knees up, letting them fall open. I smiled. "Got it?"
"Uh-huh," he hummed, staring at his phone screen after snapping a few photos.
"Dean," I said softly, making his eyes immediately snap to mine. "Come here."
He smiled, peeling off his jacket as he made his way toward me. He tossed his phone onto the side table as he settled between my legs, body positioned over mine. His arms were on either side of my head as he braced most of his weight on his forearms. "Hi."
I squeezed my legs around his waist as I slid my hands under the hem of his shirt. "I hate you," I said quietly.
Dean's hands landed against my hips as he rolled onto his back, pulling me atop him. "You know that just turns me on, baby doll. Say it again," he teased, thumb drawing mindless shapes on my hip.
