Here's the thing, DG thinks in the most matter-of-fact manner as she can as she rubs her hands on her pants. Wyatt Cain is a sexy, sexy man.
There! She'd said it. Or at least thought it.
With all the running around and not dying, she hadn't really gotten a chance to analyze her inexplicable need to touch him all the time. She isn't really that much of a hugger, but she finds herself looking for any reason to run her hands down that broad back and those tense shoulders.
She felt kind of foolish for it. The first time, he'd stiffened up like she'd poured ice cold water down his back. It was awkward and as hindsight is 20-20, she knows she probably should have asked or, at the very least, warned him before she launched herself at him like that.
She doesn't really count that second time outside the mausoleum. It was an unexpected group hug that really had only been planned to be for Cain. Not that she wasn't happy to see Raw because she was. It's just that watching Cain appear on that white horse did something to her. Something that required a reciprocal action.
The third time, well, if a hug could feel like a death sentence, then that's what this was. Because he held her like he'd never see her again and DG was afraid that he might just be right. She wanted to hold on a little longer, wanted to memorize the smell of him, the way he felt, wanted to keep the sigh he let out and tuck it away in a jar and listen to it and think that maybe, just maybe, he was thinking the same thing.
She'd had to minimize the hugging while they were escaping the tower, what with the bullet hole in his arm and all. They didn't have time to stop and let Raw heal him, so it hung limply to his side, the ever present gun clutched in his left hand. It shouldn't really surprise her that he can shoot with both hands but she adds it to her box of things to fantasize about. Right along with the way he wore his fedora, his startling blue eyes, and Holy Hell, those pants.
DG sighs because knows she's in trouble.
Especially when she realizes he's staring at her staring at him. He tilts his head just a bit and his eyes disappear under the brim of his hat. And although most of his face is turned away from her she can see the barest hint of a smile.
As she feels the blush creep to her cheeks, DG gets the feeling that she's in way over her head.
