Unbearable (Unexpected Sequel)|✔️

63- Uncontrollable Hormones

Warning: another long chapter!

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I smiled as I stared at my reflection. My freshly tanned legs shot out of my skirt, so short it just barely covered my butt. My tight top clung to my torso like a second skin. My newest bra exposed some cleavage, but just enough to leave some to the imagination.

Honestly, I looked slutty.

Perfect!

The doorbell rang, breaking me out of my thoughts. I flew downstairs and opened the door, trying to act as casual as possible. If I've learned anything these past few weeks, it's that every time I seemed even a little suspicious, I got distanced from.

"Hey, baby," Dean grinned, giving me a swift kiss before pushing past me into the empty house. Neither of my parents were home tonight and Justin was spending the night at a friend's. It was just the two of us. Just as I planned.

A tiny wave of disappointment washed through me when Dean didn't have the reaction I wanted toward my outfit but I quickly brushed it off. He didn't need to react yet, only when we got to the bedroom.

He pet Ryder for a second before heading straight to my bedroom. I couldn't help but smirk that he assumed we'd be going straight there.

Oh, we're so doing it tonight.

I followed, hot on his heels, but he managed to get into my room and plop on the bed before I even had a chance to get through the door. I stood at the doorframe, admiring him for a second before closing the door behind me. The lock clicked in place. I wasn't scared of anyone walking in because we were home alone. I was more focused on buying time when he inevitably would slip through my fingers.

He noticed my lingering and sat up. His pupils dilated as he drank up my skanky outfit. I bit back a smirk and acted as innocent as possible. Before he could catch on, I walked over to the bed and sat down next to him.

His lips flitted into a frown but I quickly distracted him before he caught on.

"Did you eat before you came? I can order a pizza if you want."

There was a momentary pause. I looked up to see his lips parted as he stared at me. My palms clammed up in anticipation. If he looked at me like this all night, I wouldn't have a problem leaving this room impure.

"Dean! Pizza?"

He shook his head to rid his (hopefully sinful) thoughts. "I don't mind cooking for us later."

I breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing I needed was a pizza delivery guy to cockblock me. "You'd do that for me?" I asked, innocently batting my eyes.

All forms of lust disappeared from his eyes and I groaned inwardly at the backward step. His hand reached up and stroked my jaw with tender fingers. "Of course."

Finding his sentiment really sweet, I lunged forward to kiss him. He grinned against my lips before responding frantically. I internally smiled. Passion was good. We needed passion tonight.

Still, I didn't need him catching on about tonight so I stopped myself before he could.

"What's on the menu?"

He playfully rolled his eyes. "Whatever you have in your kitchen."

I laughed as I tugged him downstairs, making sure to shake my ass a little more. I wasn't sure if it was working but I really hoped it would. If I learned anything from past mistakes, it's to not jump into it. Baby steps mean everything.

In the kitchen, I watched in awe as he worked his way around and cooked me a homemade meal. This was the last thing I was expecting tonight but I secretly loved it. Maybe one day he'd be cooking for our kids. I could see it now. He'd be holding up our mini-me as he glided around the kitchen skillfully. I'd watch from the counter because we all knew I couldn't cook for shit.