Cheater (Complete)

Chapter Forty-Five: Anti-Climatic

Memory Continued

Dean's POV

I woke up with a smile on my face. I was warm and happy. Rosie snuggled up to me, her back to my front. She was snoring, the sound almost as adorable as she was.

I had my arms around her and I tightened them to the point where I was sure that she would complain if she were awake.

She murmured something in her sleep, making cute little noises like a baby before it wakes up. She wiggled around in my arms until I let her go, turning around and cuddling into my chest. I sighed. How did I get so lucky?

“Put your arms back” she whispered. I smiled, holding her as tightly as before. As expected, she started to whine.

“That's too tight! You'll squeeze me to death!” she said.

I couldn't help it. She was just too goddamned adorable in the morning. She sat up a little, forcing me to let her loose just enough for her to look at me.

She was wearing on of my black t shirts and some panties underneath. Nothing else. No bra, and trust me on that one, I checked. The ponytail that she had worn to bed was now loose and on the side of her head. I knew that she hated leaving it loose overnight. Her curly hair made it impossible for her hair to stay untangled for very long and when she left it loose, it was even worst.

I'm telling you, I'm beyond happy that I don't have girl hair. Every time she brushes her hair, I wince at the sound of the brush yanking strands of hair straight from her head. And her brush always looks like some sort of deformed alien thing, surrounded by hair. I don't touch it and I have no idea how she gets the hair off. I've seen her do it and there's always little hairballs in the trash to prove that she's cleaned it but my God. That thing is never free of hair. It's nasty.

Still, I'd never want her to cut her hair or straighten it. I loved her long, curly hair. I'd put up with that goopy stuff she puts in it and the nasty brush.

I yanked her back in my arms, giving her a kiss. She responded after a minute, likely starting to get embarrassed about last night. I couldn't let that happen. I loved that she had done that for me, that she did it despite her natural aversion to it.

“You didn't even say good morning” I told her. I held her close. She just felt too damn good in my arms. Plus, her breasts were nice and soft and warm and I could feel them like a brand on my own chest.

“You didn't exactly give me a chance” she muttered.

“Don't act like you didn't like it” I told her. She was starting to struggle again, wanting to go shower, I'd assume. She always showered when she woke up. It was a little annoying since all I wanted was to stay in bed and cuddle. She was the cutest and most snug-able when she was freshly woken up.

“Dean, we need to talk” she said in her serious voice.