Unbearable (Unexpected Sequel)|✔️

11- Confessions

As the day went on, stomachs got fuller and Dean got drunker. It was a sight to see. He'd down the tequila, then pretend it wouldn't affect him to seem tougher.

But the drunker he got, the less he cared.

"You know why I like eating your food?" he asked, grabbing another piece of chicken from my takeout box.

"Why?" Amusement easily slipped into my tone.

He slowly chewed and swallowed before answering. "Because I like seeing you annoyed. You look cute when you're annoyed."

A faint blush spread through my face at the compliment.

He dramatically held up his fork. "No... not cute. You look hot when you're annoyed. Like hotter than this chicken."

I bit back a laugh. He was so drunk right now. "You have some weird kinks."

He hummed in agreement and continued to steal out of my box. His inebriated state only slowed down his coordination, but I let him take it anyway. It was only fair that I stole his chicken too. He hardly noticed when I did. Thank God for alcohol.

We finished our food as we watched TV. The Bachelor reruns were playing and I took it upon myself to watch without context. It was one of the final episodes and there were only two girls left. I was super confused about their backstories, but I made up pasts for each of the girls to spice things up.

"I can't believe Peter is a pilot... Should I be a pilot?" Dean asked, laying his head down on my lap. I smiled down at him and ran my hand through his hair. His eyes fluttered closed and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

I pinched his flushed cheeks, making his eyes open again. "I don't like Peter."

He sat up and looked at me with wild eyes. "You don't? Then who do you like?"

"You," I laughed.

He beamed at my answer, but his lips formed a frown. "But what about Reece? Or Andrew? Do you like them more?"

I furrowed my brows and patted my lap. He took the hint and laid his head there again. I massaged his scalp but he didn't close his eyes this time. Even drunk, I could sense the apprehension behind them.

"Where is this coming from?" I softly asked.

He closed his eyes, avoiding my intense gaze. "It's been a long time since we've seen each other. I don't know what you've been doing all this time."

"No Dean, I didn't fall in love with anyone else if that's what you're wondering," I reassuringly smiled, even though his eyes were squeezed shut.

He visibly relaxed. "So you don't like them?"

"Only as friends."

He flashed me a lazy grin. "Good, because I don't like to share."

"Clearly," I snorted, eyeing our now empty takeout boxes. "You sure are insecure when you're drunk."

"I'm insecure when I'm sober too, I just don't show it," he sang, totally unaware of how vulnerable he was. A pang of guilt hit me as I realized he probably hid so many emotions from me every day. I just wished he was more open about his feelings.

"So, what should we do now?" I asked, shifting the topic.

His eyes darkened. "I have a couple of things in mind," he huskily whispered. My breath hitched in my throat under his intense gaze. He smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing to me.

We hadn't really had sex yet. I was a virgin. Dean was not. I was inexperienced. Dean was not.

You catch my drift?