Perfect Fate ✔

38. Adorably Back

Her...

I stirred and stretched in the comfortable bed I was sleeping on, slightly opening my eyes then instantly frowning and moaning.

"Good morning, lazy pants." I heard Dean's voice. I slowly sat up straight and saw him. He was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist so deliciously low. I couldn't help but look along his V line and wonder, as I swallowed hard.

"You're blushing before you even actually see anything." He chuckled and I blushed even harder.

I see that my annoying Dean is back.

"I'm going to change, by the way. You can watch if you want to I don't mind." He smirked and started unwrapping his towel.

"Oh my god! What the hell are you doing?" I shrieked and covered my face with a pillow, hearing him chuckle and my heart skipped a beat or two.

"Why are you changing in my room?" I pouted.

"Well, I thought that you will feel better if you woke up and saw me. Done." He announced and I removed the pillow, giggling with happiness that my man was finally okay.

What a tough couple of days we have gone through..

He wore some gray pants and put on some black sneakers.

"Why are you giggling?" He frowned then put on a white V-cut shirt.

"Nothing." I shrugged as he made his way to me.

"Tell me." He demanded, pulling me out of bed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist as well.

"I'm just glad that you're back to your normal self." I smiled softly. He looked at me blankly for a few seconds, eyes darkening a bit, and my heart quickened.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. I was just thinking how lucky I am that you're mine, that's all." He shrugged and I grinned wider.

"Stop blushing! You turn me on when you blush." He whined before crashing his lips on mine for a few seconds. I blushed even more when he pulled back.

I haven't been to the toilet or even brushed my teeth!

"Is that why you're blushing again?" He asked and I froze.

Dammit. When will I ever stop?

He chuckled and walked to the bathroom. He put me down and sat on the toilet seat. I brushed my teeth and washed my face while he just sat there watching me. I finished and turned to him.

"Uh.. get up." I told him. Chuckling, he got up and leaned against the door.

"Get out." I said, still smiling like the idiot I was.

"Why?"

"I want to pee. Now get out." I opened the door and pushed him out as he kept laughing at me. I peed and washed my face again before I pulled my hair up in a bun. He stood up when I got out and walked over to me.

"What is the time?" I asked.

"A little past twelve." He said and picked me up again.

"Dean, put me down." I giggled.

"Nope. Remember the doctor said you should rest and not make a lot of physical effort." He opened the door and started taking the stairs. I couldn't help but wrap my legs around him, overridden with happiness.

"Yeah, right. Because we've been really careful to what the doctor said. You know, no yelling. No crying. No thinking. No getting mad." I teased, earning a glare from him.