Moving Back Home

Chapter Four

Dean was cursing to himself when I got to the barn. He was covered in oil and rummaging through his tools before his eyes meet mine. I was about to ask him what happened but he's preoccupied taking off his shirt in front of me as if I wasn't even there. My jaw drops a little. He is definitely more muscular than I remembered, and when did he get a tattoo? I try to process the sight in front of me. It's obvious that my attraction to him never went away. Before I know it Dean is in front of me. His dark eyes were filled with lust and in a spilt second he lifts me into his arms. How am I supposed to react? My entire body is heating up with anticipation. It was like my legs instinctively knew to wrap around his waist. And with that, his lips crash onto mine. Wasn't I so adamant that I wasn't going to let this ever happen again? He's a jealous asshole; Cassie, what in the hell are you doing?

I remember how we used to kiss each other like we would shatter into a million pieces However, this kiss was so dominant and rough. Dean is definitely used to being in control. This was nothing like the Dean I remembered. Everything felt so intense; did I like this feeling? Was he wanting to be with me again? Did I want to be with him? I can't tell if I am feeling a sparks or if I am getting high of the fumes coming off of his skin.

He carries me towards the counter covered in tools. I'm glad my legs are wrapped around him as he uses his arms to swipe off some of the tools on the counter. After he finishes, I am set down. Dean doesn't look at me once as his lips continue to touch mine, before moving to my neck. It seemed like minutes before he finally pulled away from me.

"Shit, Cass, you kiss better than I remembered," He says before kissing me again.

"Speak for yourself," I murmured against his lips.

He smiles as his hands grip onto my side, "I missed those lips."

"Ditto," I say as he kisses up and down my neck.

Cassandra Jane, stop letting him kiss you now.

He sighs, "I can't stop thinking about you, and Jonah. God, I am so mad at you but I can't."

My lips are on his before he can say anything else. He groans into my mouth before his tongue plays with mine. What am I doing? You didn't want this to happen so soon Cassie, you need to stop. His fingers dig into my back as he tries to take my shirt off. God, I wanted him, but I had to stop. You should have known once he kissed you all your feelings would resurface. Shit, I feel like such an idiot. Maybe his mom was right about us, but I knew he hadn't forgiven me yet. And I for sure hadn't forgiven him yet. We need to stop.

Without thinking anything else I use all the strength I have to push him.

He reacts the way I would imagine him to, "You don't want me?"

"No," I say biting as hard as I could into my lip, "I'm still mad. You're still mad. We'll be seriously making it all worse if we do."

He walks back over to his car and yells, "Do you realize how crazy you make me?"

"Well I'm not the one going around kissing people I'm pissed at!"

Dean bursts into laughter, "Yeah, well you kissed back honey!"

"What else was I supposed to do? You're a hell of a lot stronger than I am!"

"Oh, that's precious! You beat the shit out of my date last night! Where did that strength come from?"

"Seriously Dean?" I scream back before I heard my name being called from the house. I hop off the counter and look at Dean full of frustration. He is fuming; I can tell that he has so much more to say to me. However, I am not letting him win this argument. I am about to yell another few choice words at him before I can hear my son screaming for me.