Love Goes On

Chapter 15

Ciara's P.O.V.:

"I'll go upstairs and change," I said and went upstairs. I grabbed my phone and texted Ryan:
Too bad you're not coming tonight, heard you were ill. Get well soon xx

I grabbed my outfit and heard my phone beep, signalling I had a message. It was from Ryan. His message confused me:
Who said I'm not coming? I'm not ill 😯.

That's weird. Why would Dean he's ill? I texted him back, saying I'd see him tonight.

I got ready and went back downstairs. Dean looked at me and smiled.

"You look beautiful," he said and kisses my cheek.

"Why did you say Ryan's not coming? He told me he wasn't ill," I said and crossed my arms over my chest.

"I remember I have to do something,"  Lau said and left. Dean sighed.

"It hurts," he said. I frowned.

"What hurts?" I asked in utter confusion.

"It hurts that Ryan has a thing for you, too. I guess I'm just jealous," he said and looked down at the floor. I walked over to him and hugged him.

"You're an idiot, you know that right?" I said.

"Gee, thanks," he chuckled. I rolled my eyes and smiled. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed me. He instantly kissed me back, pulling me closer.

"I like you too, Dean, but I can't deny the fact that I have a thing for Ryan. I'm sorry," I said after we broke our kiss.

"I understand," he said and softly caressed my cheek.

"Come, let's get going, we'll be late for our free dinner," I said and held my hand out. He took my hand, I grabbed my coat from the hook and we went outside. I put my coat on and looked at the pavements, a massive smile spreading across my face.

"Snow!" I shouted and started running.

"Babe, what are you doing?" Dean chuckled from behind me.

"There's snow!" I exclaimed and grabbed a handfull of snow and threw it in the air. I twirled while looking up, squealing like a 6-year-old on Christmas day. My twirling and squealing got interupted by something hitting my back. A snowball. I turned around and glared at Dean.

"Evil!" I shouted and made a couple of snowballs with my bare hands and started to throw them at his face, but he kept ducking.

"Take it like a man, Dean!" I shouted and kept throwing snowballs at him. I stopped throwing when I couldn't feel my hands anymore.  "Now my hands hurt because of you," I pouted.

"Here, babe," he said and took of his gloves. He grabbed my hands in his and put the gloves on my hands.

"They're big," I giggled, "but thank you," I said and wrapped my arm around his waist. He softly pressed his lips against mine and we headed to Jamie's Italian for our free meal.