Full Moon | DΞΔN

Chapter 5

A/N: PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I am sooo sorry for not updating. I have no excuses. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, though. This one's half Cassy's P.O.V., half Dean's. I know some of you missed Dean's thoughts. ;)

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Cassy's P.O.V.

"How long are you going to hide from me, Cassandra?" Dean asked as he tried to pull the book away from my face again. I didn't let him, of course. This book served as the barrier from my burning hot face, and his. And I wasn't ready to face him yet. I was still contemplating on what almost happened just a few minutes ago.

I had no idea what almost happened. But we did not almost kiss. I mean his face was inches away from mine, and we were leaning towards each other. But we DID NOT almost kiss! Impossible! We had just met, and he was a stranger. Yes, he had helped me get into my hotel room yesterday, and my mother happened to be the organizer of his tour, but he was still a stranger. I wouldn't kiss a stranger, I was not that girl. I mean, I have kissed a stranger before whilst in a club, drunk and not in the right state of mind; but I was not in a club right now. And I was definitely in the right state of mind right now. So the possibility of us almost kissing was minimal, non-existent, actually! So we wouldn't have almost kissed. That wasn't what almost happened...

"My face is way more interesting than that book, so will stop hiding from me ?"

"I am not hiding," I grumbled pulling the book closer to my face, "I am reading. Stop disturbing me."

Dean laughed, obviously not believing me, "Reading, eh?" he taps at the cover of my book, "You sure have a strange way of reading."

"To each her own," I muttered. I knew it was childish of me to keep up with this, but I was still gathering the courage to face him without turning into a tomato.

"You know what?" I hear shuffling and assume that Dean has stood up, "I think I want to try reading, too."

I sighed in relief. Okay, maybe if he gives me a few minutes of alone time, I'd finally be able to rid myself of this improvised shield. It was hard to stay still and my arms were getting tires from lifting this book. I couldn't even rest my elbows on the table since Dean was there. Should I trick him into getting a book somewhere far from me? "If you want to read, the good books are at the farthest--"

"Oh, but I've already found a book to read," Dean cuts me off and yanks on one of my hands forcefully, taking me by surprise. My jaw drops as he sits practically inches away from me and shoves his face into my book. Gasping, I pulled away.

"Hmm, I don't know about you, but it's kinda hard to read this way," Dean turns to look at me. He pouts, "Hey, why aren't you reading?" I didn't have time to respond as he pulls me by my chin closer to his face. He smirks, "Read," he ordered.

I wasn't sure if it was just my nerves or the way the word tumbled out of his mouth in such a slow and sultry way, but I obeyed him, snapping my head to face the book. A few strands of my hair fell and covered one side of my face. I was grateful for the veil. I was already having trouble breathing having him this close to me. I chewed on my lip and sat  rooted to my seat. My heartbeat had accelerated and I had no idea what I was going to do. I mentally scolded myself for letting a man do this to me. I wasn't usually like this. I have avoided things like this from happening for this very reason. I loathed being trapped and powerless, and that is exactly what I am right now.

Dean pushes my hair back and tucks them behind my ear and suddenly I am staring at his eyes. I am unable to divert my eyes from his. They hold me in place, making my insides shrill with excitement. The book is taken away from my hand but I paid no heed to it as I swim into the pools of his hypnotic orbs. Looking into them, trapped and powerless didn't seem so bad after all...