Caliber

Chapter 10: Scars

~Thank you to my readers!♡ almost 90 reads! Thank you! knowing that you love Derek's 'Dj' story is heart warming. I hope you continue to love it just as I do. Derek is a tough nut to crack so please bare with me. He doesn't like to open up much so I had to pry this chapter out of him.♡~

Dj and Anaya walked up to her car, a little Nissan and Dj opened her door for her. She went to get in, but she turned to face him. They were just inches apart, one deep breath from Anaya and her chest would touch his. All she would have to do is stand on her tiptoes and she would be able to kiss him.

Her heart sped up at him being so close to her. Calm down body, remember we decided to start over, don't jump to conclusions. Anaya mentally slapped herself, but she had a hard time ignoring the chemistry between them. Anaya took a deep breath and stepped back towards her car. Dj followed her and wrapped his right arm around her waist and brought her close to his body. He captured her lips, he was ignoring the decision to start over.

Anaya sighed and gave up as well, how can you ignore the want that courses through your body? The kiss became full of passion and the quick inhales of breathes. Made them come back to their senses. Dj backed up a step and smoothed his hand over her cheek and tucked a strand of golden blonde hair behind her ear. He gave her soft, brief kisses on her lips, driving her nuts.

"Go out for a drink and dinner with me." Dj said and Anaya couldn't help but slip her hands under his under armor shirt and splayed her fingers over his abs. She kissed him again loving the feel of his muscles flexing under her hands.

"That's right you still owe me dinner since you let the one I made you go to waste." Anaya said and Dj smirked against her lips.

"Is that a yes?" Dj asked as he peppered kisses over her lips and cheeks. Anaya started to giggle and she nodded. Dj backed away from her and her car. Anaya looked him over with a thoughtful look he raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Those under armor shirts you and Duke wear should be outlawed."

"They keep the armor from-" Dj trailed off as he noticed Anaya licking her lips. He smirked and flexed his stomach, his six pack showed more clearly and Anaya blushed.

"Should I pick you up at 7? My blushing lady," Dj said and Anaya smacked his arm.

"Yes, you should" Anaya said and Dj pressed in close again, he delivered another breath taking kiss. The current of attraction breathing life into their bodies. Dj broke away and moved to her neck nuzzling the soft skin underneath her ear.

"I need to stop kissing you before I take you here in your backseat. I'll see you at 7, and for my sake please don't wear a tank top." Dj said as he nipped at her neck, then he stepped away from her. She watched him walk to the jeep and she wanted to cry. She could tell that the kisses he gave her was passionate. But they were lacking something very important and she knew that it was her fault. She had lost his trust and she was miles away from his heart.

Anaya wiped her eyes and got into her car, she did damage that she hadn't ment to do. She knew that she had because when she approached him on the gun range. She could tell that something was off with him and then he spoke and she smelt the whiskey. The bruised knuckles on his right hand and then the warning that his sister gave her were just proof.

She sighed and cursed at herself, she'd been wrong when she left him the way she did. How did she regain the ground that she had lost with him? She knew what she had to do and that was work and prove to him that she wasn't going anywhere.