To Have Faith

Chapter 3 (Dean Ambrose Cooks?) Cooking Breakfast

Chapter 3: Dean Ambrose Cooks?
The Next Morning

Lindsay's POV:

I was woken up by my blatter like every morning.

As I tried to stand a heavy weight held me down by my waist making me look and see a huge toned arm laying on my waist.

That's when all the memories of last night came drifting back.

Dean's grip was iron tight so I had to carefully maneuver my way out of his grip and out of the bed.

After about five minutes I finally managed to escape and was about to walk into the bathroom as I heard Dean speak in a rough voice "Jasmine? Where are you going? Come back to bed"

I smiled a little at how hot his morning voice was but forced myself to shake away those thoughts as I reply in almost a whisper "But Deeeeaaannnnn I gotta pee. I'll come back"

He just sighed and nodded so I quickly used that opportunity to finally release my bladder.

Once I finished and walked out I noticed Dean was already sitting up in the bed, leaning against the headboard.

I crawled into the bed and leaned next to him on headboard as I waited for him to speak.

"So Jasmine, since you're gonna be our teammate I shoulder get to know you. Wanna play 20 questions?" He asked, smiling down at me.

I nodded and let him start since it was his suggestion.

"How old are you?" He asked in a calm voice.

I smiled as I spoke "I'm 26 but I'll be 27 in September. How old are you?"

"I'm 29 at the moment, almost 30." He answered while glancing at me.

"Cool" I said which earned a chuckle from him.

He thought for a moment before asking his next question "Where are you from?"

I frowned at the memories but answered anyways "Florida. Orlando to be precise.... But I don't live there anymore. Actually I have a small apartment in Seattle, Washington but I'm thinking of moving"

"Wow. I'm from Cincinnati, Ohio but I don't live there anymore either. I live in Las Vegas, Nevada. But I bought that house when.... I was into some weird stuff. I'm also thinking about moving" he told me, with a frown to match mine, probably at a memory.

"What's your real name?" I asked, curious since none of the SHIELD members call anybody by their reap names.

He sighed before speaking "It is Jonathan Good or Jon. I don't like to go by that because it reminds me of where I used to be."

"Oh." I whispered which made him look up at me.

"Hey, you can call me Jonathan if you want, I won't mind" he told me.

I just nodded "Okay Jonathan. My real name is Lindsay."

I then asked the one question I have wanted to but didn't know why "Jonathan.... Are you single?"

He chuckled before turning to face me entirely "Well Lindsay, yes. Yes I am single. What about you? Are you really dating Orton? Why are you wondering?"

I felt a small blush rise making me turn away so I wasn't entirely embarrassed as I whispered my reply "Yes. I'm single too.... Randal just doesn't like you guys. That's the only reason he said that. I was just wondering."