The Good Boy and The Bitch

"Nope, I'm Team Shelby."

I woke up and rolled over feeling my hand slap a hard chest. I raised my head up seeing Dean’s sleeping face right in front of mine. I looked where my hand was and saw his very defined eight-pack, I felt my mouth slightly water.

I looked down seeing his hand on my bare thigh and I felt tingles shoot through my body. I didn’t want to wake him up so I slowly removed his hand and tiptoed to the bathroom. After relieving myself I stepped into the bedroom to see him still sleeping. I never slept at his house before so I didn’t really know how to wake him up.

He had rolled over onto his stomach so I ran my hand lightly down his back. He didn’t move, I huffed and ran my hand down his back again. He still didn’t move, well this obviously wasn’t working therefore I did the only thing that I knew would wake him up. I stood on the bed putting one foot on each side of his body and I started jumping.

Dean’s head jerked up, “What the hell?” he asked flipping himself over to his back.

I smiled sweetly at him, “I wanted to wake you.”       

“So you jump on the bed?” he asked looking up at me.

“Are you telling me you don’t like the view?” I asked raising my eyebrows suggestively.

He laughed and grabbed my knees pulling me down on top of him. “I loved the view, but I wish you wouldn’t tease me,” he said his voice thick with sleep.

“I wasn’t teasing you, I just wanted to wake you up,” I said with a laugh.

“Um hum,” he grunted.

I laid my head down on his chest and his arms wrapped around me holding me to him. I put my chin on his chest looking him in the eyes. Every moment I spend with him my decision became harder and harder. If he were the same ole Dean he would have demanded me to decide last night and if I hadn’t of told him I loved him back he would have stormed out of the room.

I could tell by looking in his eyes that he wouldn’t make me choose, he wanted an answered but he knew that I needed time to think about it. I honestly didn’t love Jayden, I don’t know if I love Dean. The old Dean I didn’t love, but the one I was laying on right now the one looking at me like I was his whole world; I could see myself loving.

“If our love is tragedy why are you my remedy? If our love’s insanity why are you my clarity,” I sang softly. That song really explained our relationship.

“What?” Dean asked.

“Nothing,” I said sighing.

The door burst open and Antonio ran, but he stopped instantly seeing how Dean and I were laying. “Am I interrupting something?” He asked raising his eyebrows.

“No what do you need?” I asked.

“Well we where all wanting to get in the pool today do you two want to?” Antonio asked.

“When did you get a pool?” I asked Dean.

“Antonio got it about a year ago,” Dean answered.

“Yeah sure I think Dean grabbed my bathing suit so why not.”

“Great I’ll meet y’all down there,” he said leaving the room.

“You can take the bathroom and I’ll change in here since it won’t take me long,” Dean said.

“Alright,” I rolled off of him and grabbed the bag he packed me and went into the bathroom.

I closed the door behind me and pulled out my white and purple-stripped bikini. I had the bottoms on and it wasn’t until I had tied the top on that I looked and my stomach and saw the scar. I groaned and hit my head against the wall. When Dean sees this he’s going to flip, I thought.