Memories Are Made of This

Chapter 2

"How old are you baby?" He asked. Oh I surly couldn't tell him my real age, oh he wouldn't talk to me ever again. But before I could say anything my real age was flying out of my mouth. 

"17.." I trailed off. His eyes got big for a second. 

"W-why you're just a baby! This Bourbon is older than you." He said. I frowned. 

"I am not a baby!" I defended. 

"Compared to me you are, I'll tell ya that much." He said lighting a cigarette. 

"Oh I knew you wouldn't like me anymore if I told you. I should have just lied. I should have lied and said I was twenty something." I spoke. 

"I didn't know 'twenty something' was a number. Baby, I never said my feelings changed, I just said you were young, that's all. I didn't mean to offend you if that's the case." He said. 

"Oh no, you only offended me when you called me a baby." I stated. He laughed heartily. As his arms embraced me, pulling my body to his. 

"You're kinda cuddly you know that?" He asked. 

"Oh thanks." I said sarcastically. 

"Oh I didn't mean you were fat, you're not fat, I was just sayin'- Oh forget about it, my mouth and my brain are all jumbled up tonight and I just seem to keep on hurtin' your feelings." He said. 

"I know what you mean Dino." I sighed. He was so warm, and his dressing room so cold. He smiled when I called him Dino. 

"Will you hold me for just a little while?" I asked breathing in his scent as I yawned. 

"I'll hold you for a long while baby." He said as he put his cigarette out. He reached over me and turned off the one lamp that lit the small dressing room and layed us down. His arm was wrapped around my waist tightly, keeping me close to him. My eyes slowly began to become heavy and close. 

"Goodnight baby.." He whispered into the darkness. 

"Goodnight Dino.." I whispered back. 

The next morning my eyes fluttered open slowly to find that Dean hadn't left me through the night, he was asleep behind me, his arm still in place. I sighed. This had to be a dream, yes, that's what it is. I could just be dreaming. I slowly tried to shift out of his embrace, but to no luck. He tightened his grip, pressing my body tightly to his. 

"Now, you ain't tryin' to skip out on a fella are ya?" He asked in a deep, drowsy morning voice. 

"Oh no, I was just going to get up and fix my hair, I'm sure it's just a catastrophe!" I said. 

"Oh darlin' nothing about you could be so horrible." He spoke shifting behind me. 

"Oh Dean, you truly are the perfect man." I sighed giving up and lying back in his arms. 

"I'm far from perfect baby.. but I try.." He trailed off, I could almost hear the smirk in his voice. 

"Could this ever work Dino? You and I?" I asked. I turned to look at him as I rested my head on my palm, and he did the same. He looked into my eyes. 

"Well, we can hope so." He stated running his fingertips down my arm. I smiled. I know what I was getting myself into, I  knew very well. I was getting myself into seven kids, two ex wives, and a career that was beyond anything I had dreamt of. But he was Dean Martin, what could you expect?

"You're beautiful baby, you know that? Absolutely breathtaking.." He trailed off, his voice becoming quieter, into a whisper as his face came closer to mine. Our lips were just about to touch..