Ambrollins : Be My Baby

Chapter 28

Seth POV:

I stumble on my feet and hold the wall tightly as I try to find my room where it is. A sense of relief rushes over me when I finally get the one that I've looked for. I enter my room and look over the large king-sized bed that is placed in the middle.

I slip the jacket off my shoulders and throw it on the floor, getting irritated. As I reach the bed, my leg knocks at the edge and makes me fall on it, but I don't mind because sleep overtakes me before my face hits the pillow.

I blink my eyes an hour later when I feel something shift in my position. The room is dark, so I don't know what to do. I pat my hand on the bedside table and grab my phone to see what time it is.

The clock shows 12.17 am, so I'm glad that I have a lot of time to sleep. My head hurts a bit, but I will survive. I still feel dizzy, but considering what I've drunken, I feel lucky that I'm not feeling worse.

My heart skips a beat when I turn onto my side and get caught by icy blue eyes. I smile softly and drift back to sleep without thinking about it. When my mind gets onto the right track, it realizes what has happened now.

I flutter my eyes rapidly and notice Dean staring at me with a big grin on his face. I look around the room in search of his way to appear here. Shit! I forgot to lock the balcony door again.

"Your snore didn't let me sleep, baby." He says with a huge grin. He never gets bored playing with me that I'm not ready to take part.

"Ugh, shut up." I wail, trying to look mad. I have no strength to fight with him now because the effect of alcohol is still controlling me. "What are you doing here?"

"I worried about you after you left the bar, so I followed you.." He explains, playing with his fingers. "You were too drunk and distracted by my words, so I needed to make sure you were all right."

I look into his eyes and try to find whether his words are genuine or not. My heart starts to beat faster, but I have no idea why. Being so close to him in the dark is too much for me. A shiver runs down my spine when I notice the way of him staring at me.

His eyes glue to me and try to get my soul through my brown orbs. He has some magnetic in his eyes, so whenever he glances at me, all my secrets reveal to him.

I roll my eyes and shove him away playfully, not knowing what to do. Everything is a blur in my head, and as much as I want to blame that third glass of whisky, I know he is the one who drives me crazy now.

"I'm going to leave before you beat the crap out of me for staying." He says and starts moving. He stumbles on his feet as he gets up from the bed, so I grab his hand and shake my head, "Don't."

I knew I should've kicked him out, who apparently invited himself through the balcony, but instead, I offered him a bed, my bed! God. What the hell am I doing? I knew if it was anyone else, my reaction to this whole situation would be drastically different. But he's not anyone; he is... 

Dean POV:

I get surprised when Seth grabs my wrist and pulls to keep me on the bed. I watch his actions in awe as he wraps his arm around my waist and places his head on my chest. Doesn't he want me to leave?

I lift his head and stare into his eyes, feeling the electricity between us. Something is intriguing in his eyes, and I want to know more about it. Seeing him now, defenseless and vulnerable, makes it even more fascinating.

I lick my lips and lean forward, crashing my lips into his. It's so good at this moment because we don't care where we are. It's not like we're staying in the middle of the jungle, but it's more than that. It's Vince McMahon's kingdom!

We drift into sleep a few minutes later as we embrace each other's arms. Even in these difficulties, we have a good sleep without caring about anything. If we are together, no one will dare to come between us and try to separate us.

I'm the first one to wake up the following morning. Typically, the first thing that I would do when I woke up was having a small talk with Roman about the day's plan. But today was different.

Yeah... Today, I'm waking up beside the man I hope to be waking up beside every morning from now on. I tidy up his hair, which is dried curly and pointed in every direction.

I brush most of his hair away from his neck, trying not to wake him. I can't help from moving slightly and placing the most delicate kisses all over his exposed neck. I'm firm enough to enjoy it but try to tread lightly as not to wake him.

I move my mouth from his neck to the side of his throat. I continue being gentle with the sleeping man beside me, swirling my tongue over his skin then kissing the area repeatedly.

I stop for a moment, only to reposition myself a little. I move my left arm above my head, supporting myself as well as allowing my hand to stroke his messy brown locks. My other hand makes its way up to the closest of his arms, over his chest and upward, resting on his cheek.

I tilt his face around slowly so I can take it all in. With a deep breath, I exhale slowly, preparing myself and my thoughts. I'm glad he is still sleeping at this point, or he will make this moment in half.

With a gentle kiss on his lips, I rest my face on his, nose to nose. "I love you, baby. I'll take care of you and make you forget about everything, including your grandpa if you come with me.." I mumble against his lips and press a kiss on it again.

"What is going on here?" A voice comes into the air and gets me off guard. I jump and move away from him to handle the situation. I glance at him when he stirs in his sleep, not knowing where I lead him into.