"Alright, lie down," he said.
She looked at him puzzled.
"You wanna... buy me?" She asked.
"What? Jeez woman, no! You had one hell of an evening yesterday and I just figured I'd make this day better for you. Lie down and we'll watch a movie," he said.
She lied down. She had to admit it felt nice to be treated normal for once by a man. She was always on guard around them, knowing they only expected one thing from her but Dean didn't seem to be like any other man she had ever come across.
He turned on the TV and the Apple box.
"What do you wanna watch?" He asked as he flipped through his Netflix account.
"I don't care. You pick something," she answered.
He put on a comedy movie. He didn't care what it was about. He just wanted to hear her laugh some more.
He put the remote control back on the table and looked at her. Her eyes were already on the screen. He crawled down behind her and put his arm around her waist. She immediately tensed up but he chose to ignore it. Soon enough she would realize that he wasn't actually trying anything. It took a couple of minutes before she finally started to relax and he smiled behind her.
They stayed on the couch through out the day, watching movie after movie. She laughed a lot and he just took in the sound each and every time. She had the cutest laughter he had ever heard.
"How does pizza sound?" He asked as he gently caressed her stomach with his thumb.
Her eyes went to the clock on the wall.
"Wow, didn't realize it was this late. I gotta go," she said.
She tried to get up but he held on to her, refusing to let her get up.
"No, you don't," he said.
"I have to... go to work," she said, knowing how stupid it sounded to say it that way.
"Stay here. I'll pay you whatever you would have made out there and then some more. Just stay for tonight. You had a rough night yesterday and you shouldn't go out there again," he said.
"I don't want your money, Dean," she said.
She firmly pushed his arm away and sat up. He rolled over on his back and grabbed both her hands before she chose to get up and away from him. He dragged them up to his chest and placed them there.
"Stay," he said, his tone more demanding than begging.
"I have to go. I need a shower," she said.
"You can shower here," he said.
"I also need some fresh clothes," she said.
"Tell me where you live and I'll go get it for you while you shower," he said.
"I can't do that," she said.
"Or you can just walk around naked if you like. I won't mind," he said and smirked.
She blushed and turned her eyes down to the floor. He lifted up her hands and kissed them.
"Just stay, okay? I mean it. I'll get your clothes for you," he said.
"I can't let you do that. I live with this elderly woman," she said.
"And?" He asked.
"Oh man... okay. She lets us girls stay with her for free. She feels for us and she knows her home is more safe than the streets. She only has one rule. No men allowed," she said.
"Oh," he said. "Well then, I'll drive you there and wait in the car while you get your clothes."
"Dean..." She started but he cut her off.
"I'm not gonna let you say no. We'll go there and get your stuff, get back here and you'll get that cute little butt of yours into the shower while I order pizza. Capiche?" He said.
She looked up at him again. His eyes were so kind. He still held her hands. Something about him made her feel safe and warm and truth be told, she could use one day away from the streets. Her body and soul were hurting after years out there.
"Okay," she said and smiled.
"Great," he said and smiled back at her.
"One question though," she said.
"Shoot," he said.
"You really think my butt is cute?" She asked and giggled.