Kiss Me Goodbye

Chapter 14

She was still reeling when she emerged from her room a few minutes later dressed up and ready to face Dean again. Not quite.

As she came to a halt in front of the guest room her stomach grumbled she hadn't eaten anything since yesterday morning. She ignored it knocked on the door and entered then came to a halt. Her mouth gaped open and her throat dried up immediately.

Heat crept to her face tinting her cheeks and her eyes almost bulged out of her head.

Dean was on the floor. He was half dressed having removed his shirt revealing broad shoulders and a gleaming back rippling with muscles as his body was raised and lowered to the floor in a rhythmic movement. Up, down, up, down. He was doing push-ups, half dressed – half naked was more like it – in her guest room and she couldn't even shut her mouth closed to save herself from chocking on a fly if she wanted to.

When Dean hadn't stopped after her entering, she felt obliged to say the obvious which was the last thing she wanted to do.

"I'll return later." But all what she really wanted was to sit there on the bed next to his feet and just watch the muscles bunching and relaxing with each movement he made.

"Come in and close the door." He ordered without so much as missing a beat or looking her way.

What had she done now? She wondered at his serious tone.

She gulped once, twice, thrice, trying to wet her parched throat with no use.

She was in deep trouble, she thought as she headed to the other side of the room to look out of the window.

Her hand was reaching to draw the curtains that had left the room dark and gloomy but his voice stopped her hand mid air.

"Don't touch those." He ordered again this time sitting up and walking her way.

Was he unaware of his sexuality? Was he really not feeling what he was doing to her heartbeat? And that tone of his? Why was he serious, was he remembering their conversation and hating her for her revelations?

Dean allayed her fears immediately as he came closer and cupped her cheek explaining with an almost apologetic tone.

"You can't open the curtains because Garcia is outside on his stake-out."

"Oh" she mouthed pulling back her hand and dropping it to her side.

When after a few minutes he was still standing looking at her not explaining what he wanted and what he was doing here, still HALF-NAKED for heaven's sake, she kind of felt it was her duty to ask. Not that she was curious or anything she just was doing the proper thing. Such a liar, she scolded herself.

"So um..." She started hesitantly. "You wanted to see me?"

He smiled broadly at her, took her hand and guided her to where he had been doing push-ups just a few seconds ago, to the middle of the room.

"What are we doing exactly?" She asked nervously as he stood in front of her too closely and silently.

"We're teaching you self-defense. So suck it up and show me what you got." He said his grin untouched.

"Huh?" She had to ask confused.

"Come on Tia attack me and give it your best shot." He taunted gesturing with his hand for her to begin.

But dazedly Christiana stood unmoving still stunned. "God. I lost my mind!" She announced stupidly. "Or else I'm dreaming."

Dean shook his head in disbelief and pinched her hand.