Damn it. I'm late.
I told him I didn't have time for this, but the stupid child lock prevented me from escaping.
I shouldn't have said anything. No, I shouldn't have gotten in the car. Fuck that. I should've ignored his phone call, let alone his invitation to talk.
We never talk. We fight and fuck. But this time, it felt completely different; besides just the fact that we officially christened his new car, an old tradition of ours. It was the way he looked at me. The entire time, his eyes were focused on me, lusting and hungering for me. And he kissed me almost the entire time. He never used to kiss me even if there wasn't any penetration going on. Asshole.
This isn't the man I knew. This was someone different, someone better. And even though I was late for work, I didn't care. I made the call that he suggested right before he entered me. I called my boss and told her I was sick. Oldest fucking trick in the book, but it worked.
I wanted to savor every moment I possibly could with this new version of him and never let it go. It made me feel like I was a different person, to him and to myself.
I was a new Bonnie.
And he was definitely a new Dean.