Dean shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. “I should keep my distance from you, should really learn how to leave you thefuckalone but,” his nostrils flare. “I don’t want to.” His teeth scrape against his bottom lip. “When I’m with you, I can breathe. And what sane person would willingly sacrifice their air?”
Suffocation confiscates my oxygen and I’m left staring at Dean in a new way. His sharp features as more than just humanistic expressions and his lips as something more than mere lips.
Feeling overwhelmed, I stand to walk towards the water.
He’s too much, too quickly, all at once.
“Sometimes when you see someone outside of how you’re used to seeing them, feelings happen.” I turn to see him already looking at me. He’s where I left him. “But they’retemporary.”
Dammit, why does he look that good right now? It’s making it hard to be rational.
“And you deserve someone better than me, Dean.”
Someone that won’t use you. Someone who is grown up.
Someone mature enough to see and understand him.
His eyes narrow into slits.
He straightens himself with agile precision until he’s standing. Shirt in hand.
Eyes glimmering under the dark sky.
Something passes through them in a daze like a shooting star piercing through the sky.
A passing moment.
Too fast.
I blink rapidly, looking around to see if there’s someone else that he’s apparently mad at right now because it sure as hell shouldn’t be me.
“Someone better?” He stalks forward.
The grass shuffles beneath my bare feet as I take a step back. “W-what?”
The unfinished colours on his tattoos contrast against the darkness lingering within him. I don’t know if he notices how much the bright colours are overshadowed by him.
Why is he so mad?
“Finding someone better than you isn’t an option.”
The heels of my feet brush against the freezing cold water, but the heat from his gaze warms me all over.
I halt.
He doesn’t. “My mind has already been made up. I’m not going to lose feelings for you. Andno, I’m not going to leave you. What I want…”
Dean throws his shirt to the side. Within two strides, he snakes his hand around the back of my neck. In a single moment, he pulls me towards him until my nose brushes against his cheek.
I gasp when his thumb presses against my pulse.
“What I want is you,” he lets out a deep, quivering breath. “Onlyyou, Nova Rivera.”
My pulse reckons at his words.
“Next time,” he gruffly says while applying more pressure with his thumb. “Think twice before advising something that doesn’t exist for me.”
I’m speechless. Thoughtless. No one’s home up here.