Inning of Love (Complete and being edited)

Dean.

"I don't know. I still think Christian Bale is a better Batman." I say to Scarlett.

She is lying down on her stomach with her arms propped up, her hands pressed against her cheeks to hold her head up. I was sitting back leaning against my headboard watching the movie with her, but I kept getting distracted, so I ended up lying next to her. She took off her hoodie at one point because she said she felt hot and then I kept watching her more than the movie. The way her bubble butt looked great in her tight pants that she was wearing, or the way her long hair was fanned out on her back and dangling over her shoulder.

"Yeah I agree, he is definitely my favorite batman as well, but you have to admit...Affleck did a lot better than you could have guessed he would have, right?" She looks away from the screen to glance at me and catches me staring at her. I playfully roll my eyes and she smiles and nudges my arm.

Her skin feels so soft on mine. After she nudged my arm she went back to holding her head up to watch the movie but her arm was touching mine this time. She gets so into the movie it's adorable. I catch myself watching her more than the movie again and she notices. Maybe because of my lack of words.

"Did you hear me?" She says with a giggle.

I snap out of it. "What? No. Sorry." I chuckle. "What did you say?"

"I said, did you see how Batman just won the fight with Superman, but now how he is helping him save his mom. Such a gentleman." We look at each other and start bursting into laughter.

"Gentleman huh?" I say sarcastically and I start tickling her.

She starts laughing even louder and I think I just felt a tear land on my arm. I didn't expect her to react this way. She is really ticklish. She is laughing uncontrollably and is trying to roll away from me as I continue to tickle her. Rolling onto her back and holding her stomach, she is now under me, looking at me. I stop tickling her and get lost in her eyes, the desire to kiss her growing. I don't want to rush her into anything, even if it is just a kiss. After what happened with Ryker, being kissed is probably the last thing on her mind. I look away and roll back onto my stomach and begin to watch the movie again. She stays in that position for about a minute before rolling back onto her stomach too, not saying a word, but I could have sworn I heard her sigh.

The movie is over and it is now 11:15. Scarlett gets up and pulls her hoodie over her head. "I better get going." She says without looking at me.

"Okay. Let me walk you out." I say to her and follow her out of my bedroom. She is walking at a fast pace, almost as if she's trying to make a run for it.

We get out to her car and she unlocks the door, opening it and standing behind it, ready to get in. She pulls all her hair to the side, so that it now is laying over her shoulder. "Well thanks for having me over. The manicotti was delicious."

"Anytime." I tell her. Trying to fight the urge to grab her face and kiss her pouty lips.

She gives me a forced smile and gets in her car, buckling her seat belt while I gently close her door. She waves as she drives off.

"Well? How did it go? I heard her laughing so much it made me laugh." My mom says as she exits the kitchen holding a glass of water.

"Well mom, first off. What are you still doing up?" I smile and she arches her brow, knowing fully well I am attempting to change the subject.

I grunt. "I didn't kiss her goodnight and I think she maybe had wanted me too. But I kept thinking that after what happened with Ryker, being kissed was not something she is wanting right now." I stand there staring at my mom and then shake my head. "This is weird. Talking about this with you." I chuckle.