A week and a half had passed and things were going good. He did whatever she wanted him to and he didn't pressure her. He was the old Dean she had first met. The man that was always sweet and would joke dirty just to make her blush or laugh. He never tried to move in on her, at least not what she knew of. She didn't know he waited for her to fall asleep every night just so he could move in, put his arm around her waist and feel her close. She didn't know he would steal secret kisses from her in her sleep. It was all he could get but he wanted more.
She woke up to the feeling of an arm around her waist. Normally he would be out of bed when she woke up but this morning he was still there. She had to admit to herself that it felt nice to have him hold her again like that. She opened her eyes and looked directly into his blue eyes.
"Good morning," she said.
He smiled at her and just took in the sight of her for a few seconds.
"It's so hard not to kiss you right now," he said.
"Dean..." She said as she started to move away from him.
He held on tight and dragged her close again.
"I didn't say I was gonna do it. Just that it's really hard not to," he said.
"You're not making this easy for me," she said.
"What's the matter, sweetheart? You want me to kiss you?" He asked and smirked.
She hesitated for a second too long and his smirk turned into a wide grin.
"Just say the word," he said.
She wanted to so bad. They were slowly growing close again but still she was scared. He moved his head close to her so his forehead met hers.
"Just say it and I'll do it. Whatever you want," he said in a low voice.
She gathered all her willpower.
"I need a shower," she said, not as firmly as she wanted to, but she managed to push herself out of his grip.
He rolled over on his back and watched her leave the room. Shortly after he heard the water start running and he chuckled to himself.
"I almost got you again, sweetheart," he said out in the room.
She tried to act normal through out the day after what had happened that morning. It had been close, too close, and now she didn't know if she could trust her own judgement anymore. He acted like he always did. Joked and had fun. She wondered how he could be so alright with everything.
She was nervous that evening when she left the car and went into the arena with him.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine. If anyone tries to give you shit, just scream my name and I'll come running right away," he said as she sat down at the table.
"Yeah," was all she could answer.
He leaned over the table, placed a finger under her chin and lifted up her head to look her in the eyes. His eyes were glowing and he had a sassy smile on his face.
"And if you wanna scream my name later for some other reason, you let me know," he said.
Her jaw dropped. She heard him chuckle before he kissed her cheek and walked away.
"You got some balls, Dean," she muttered to herself as she watched him walk away.
Selling tickets was easy and she had no trouble at all. She found that she actually enjoyed smalltalking with the fans as they entered one by one. She stayed by the table as the show started. It had been weeks since she had watched a wrestling show and she had missed it. The show ended with a match between Dean and Roman. Dean was still champion and she felt proud of him all over again. She had forgotten how good he was in the ring. He belonged in there. Watching him and Roman go at it like that brought a smile on her face.
She found her way backstage where she was greeted by Alexa right away. Shortly after Miz came by to greet her too. She hugged him and saw Dean's eyes land on them as they did. Instinctly she felt scared and took a step away from Miz. Dean walked over to her and looked at her with soft eyes.
"Don't be scared. I told you I've worked with myself and I know you would never do anything to upset me on purpose," he said.
"I'm sorry, I can't help it," she said.
"I know it's my fault but trust me, it's alright," he said as he dragged her in for a hug.
He held her tight for a few seconds.
"You wanna go home?" He asked down in her hair.
She pulled away from him and looked up at him.
"No, this is your night. You should stay and have fun," she answered.
"I don't care about this. I care about you. So I'm asking you again. Do you wanna go home?" He said.
"Yes," she answered.
She was tired as she laid down in bed. He moved in close and put his arm around her and kissed the back of her head. She stiffened by his sudden touch.
"Relax," he whispered.
He planted another kiss on the back of her head and felt her body starting to relax.
"I'm gonna be honest with you and I hope you won't get mad. Each night I've waited for you to fall asleep just so I could hold you close like now without you knowing," he admitted.
She didn't answer.
"Are you mad?" He asked.
"No," she said in a low tone.
"Good, good," he said and gave her a little squeeze. "Goodnight, sweetheart."