Andi King didn't know how to play nice, because quite frankly, she didn't like people. She was a loner and that was how she liked it. Especially with a sadistic demon dead set on destroying her and anyone she got close to.
But that all changes when...
"Here I am, once again Way too close to the edge."
Never Good Enough by Citizen Soldier
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I barely made it to the door of my motel room before Dean had his hand around my wrist. I froze midstep, my heart fluttering as he held me in place and stepped up behind me. "Stop, Andi."
"I'm tired, Dean," I told him, refusing to turn around. I tried to pull out of his grip, but it was an iron hold and I had no choice but to suck down a deep breath and turn. "Just let it go."
He shook his head slowly. "I'm done letting it go," he said, stepping closer to me. Dean raised his hand and pushed a strand of hair out of my face. "I'm done ignoring this and trying to convince myself that you're right."
My body thrummed and I did everything I could to keep myself from leaning into his touch as his hand slid down the side of my neck. He held me just like that as he searched my face for any reason to pull away.
Slowly my hand came up to his wrist. "I am right."
"Not about this you're not," he said as he caressed the flesh of my neck with his thumb. I bit down on my lip as a shiver threatened to rattle through me and contradict every word that left my mouth. "If you were, you wouldn't be looking at me like you want me as much as I want you."
My breath caught in my throat as he stepped even closer. His body nearly pressed against mine. For a moment I allowed myself to imagine what it would be like to feel every part of him against me. To give in to the pull I've been trying to ignore since the moment I met him. But as the night played in my head, I saw myself waking up to another bloody mess beside me, and my hand tightened on his wrist.
"What are you afraid of?"
I didn't know what to say, and even if I did, I wasn't sure I was able to. I could barely look at him, let alone speak or try to stop him from closing the distance between us. "Dean," I begged.
"Tell me the truth, Andi," he pleaded. His hard expression softened as my voice did and his eyes flicked across my face, searching for something I wasn't sure I could hide anymore. "Tell me why you don't want me and I'll let it go and go back to pretending like there isn't something here."
I sighed and dropped my head, only for him to lift my chin with his finger. I inhaled his familiar scent with my eyes tightly closed, letting my want wash away the images on his bloody body in bed next to me. "Not wanting you has never been the issue, Dean," I told him as I tightened the grip on his wrist. "I'm pretty sure I've wanted you in some way since the moment I met you."
"Then why?" He asked, shaking my shoulders. "Why can't we-"
"Because I can't lose you," I blurted out, finally finding the strength to push away from him. I stumbled back as I ran my shaky fingers through my hair. Dean stood there silently, watching as I unraveled in front of him. "The moment-" I started, but trailed off as I tried to gain control of everything trying to spill out of me. "It's just safer this way."
