Fight // WWE Dean Ambrose

Chapter 57

Riley's point of view

"I have to go to the store to get more laundry detergent" I poke my head out of the kitchen and see Dean sitting on the couch in the living room, with his feet on the table and his eyes reading through a coffee table book. He shuts it and looks up at me.

I need to do a load of laundry for myself, to prepare for the European tour, and I don't want to leave my dad with no detergent left.

"I'll come" he says. He's not wearing a shirt, only a pair of jeans with the lining of his boxers sticking out. Memories of his body on mine only moments ago fill my mind and I smile, remembering the passion that filled the room. It felt strange to do those things in my dads house, but it was once my house too and nobody was here, so I guess in some weird way it's okay.

"We can walk, it's only like 20 minutes" I tell him, walking past him towards my old bedroom. Right now I'm only wearing a bra and some panties, while carrying a cup of tea. It's a scary thought that my family could walk in any second and see the sight of a half naked Dean and an almost completely naked Riley and know exactly what happened, but I love the rush and adrenaline of almost getting caught at any second.

I can see Dean's eyes raising up my body as I quickly walk past him, the cool floors squished against the bottom of my feet. He licks his lips and I adore the way he makes me feel beautiful, and makes me feel like I'm sexy.

I've never thought of myself as anything special, at all. I usually feel like I annoy others constantly, I spill things on myself almost daily, and I usually hate the way my body looks. No boy has ever really paid attention to me, and the attention and care that Dean gives me makes it all worth it. I'm not sure why someone like him would even give someone like me a second glance, but I'm glad he did.

"You're testing me" Dean stands from the couch, and I smirk as I walk down the hallway towards my room.

"Sorry babe" I say. The words feel foreign falling from my lips. Usually Dean calls me babe, or baby and I love it, but I've always felt so awkward saying it. I'm basically one awkward walking mess.

"I might just wear this to the store" I put my hands on my hips and smile at Dean playfully. He stops in his tracks and I see his Adam's apple rise and fall, and his eyes fall wide.

"Keep it up and I'll have to take you into the bathroom at the supermarket, and the sounds won't be ideal to the old ladies buying apples" Dean threatens, following me into the bedroom.

I giggle and throw a plain white T-shirt at him, which he easily catches.

"Get dressed pervert, we have to go before it gets dark" I tell him, looking out the window. The sun is beginning to set, and walking around town outside in the dark doesn't seem very safe, especially in my neighbourhood. Of course, I would have Dean with me to protect me from anything, except a spider which he would run away as fast as he could and trip me in the process.

I jump around until the pair of tight skinny jeans properly fit onto my legs. This is a habit of mine, since I can never seem to find jeans that fit both my butt and my legs.

"Wear this" Dean hands me a white lace top that doesn't cover nearly as much as it should. I take the shirt and look at him, confused. Usually, he gets jealous if I wear anything less than a baggy sweatshirt and leggings, so I'm surprised he wants me to wear something so revealing.

"This is for my own enjoyment, you should wear a jacket over top of it though, please" he says, the white shirt easily laying on his body. His arms are probably my favourite part of his body, hell everything about him is my favourite. Seeing him shirtless or completely naked makes me get the strong urge to go to the gym for 6 hours every day so I can have just as good a body as him for whenever he sees me.