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 think I love you.
It was all I could think about.
I gripped Dean tighter, shutting my eyes as his hips slammed into mine. His forehead rested against my neck, teeth grazing the skin before he soothed it with a swipe of his tongue.
I think I love you.
Thrust.
I think I love you.
Thrust.
I think I love you.
I shut my eyes tighter, feeling the sting of tears.
I think I love you.
Another thrust. Dean's voice was muffled to my ears, tone low.
I think I love you.
"Hey, hey, Ria?" Dean had stopped moving. I kept my eyes shut though, feeling his flickering back and forth over my face. His thumb swiped away a stray tear that fell. "Baby doll, look at me."
Slowly, I blinked, meeting his eyes. "What?" I tried to keep my voice steady, to sound unbothered.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked. "Are you okay? Hold on a second."
"I--" Before I could say anything, promise I'm okay, he was pulling out. He stood, leaving me naked and alone in bed, cold without the warmth of him pressing against me.
He grabbed his boxers from the floor, tugging them on. "Talk," he said, crossing the room. "Tell me what's wrong."
He disappeared into the bathroom.
"I'm fine," I called, quickly scrubbing my eyes to keep the tears at bay.
I heard the shower cut on. Then he was walking back out. He grabbed a water bottle from the fridge in our motel room before joining me again. "Here." He handed me the water before wiping a warm rag over my body. My shoulders, my chest, my stomach, thighs, everywhere. He seemed to be inspecting me, as if looking for an injury.
Dean gave me a 'don't bullshit me' look. "Drink." He took the bottle, twisting it open and handing it back.
I took a sip of water.
"I got the shower running for you." Dean stood, helping me up. "Go. Want a snack? I think I have some chips in my bag, but I'm not sure."
"I'm okay." I let him usher me into the bathroom, still unsure of what was happening.
This all felt...off. Like it wasn't supposed to be happening to me. Like I didn't deserve it. It was scary, all of this. I couldn't handle it. Not with his confession hanging over my head like that.
