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Chapter 4:

Brenna began to regret no charging her iPhone longer before hitting the road. The ride to Florida had certainly been more tolerable with her earbuds intact and her music blasting. Once her phone had bit the dust, she was suddenly glad that she was sitting in the back seat with Seth rather than dealing with Dean.

Seth turned to her when he realized she no longer had her headphones in. "So what are your plans when we get to Florida? We're getting a couple of days off."

"I thought about what Roman said this morning. If it's like a home-base, I might start looking for places there. I need a place anyway, and I have no intention of going back to where I lived in South Carolina." The disdain in her voice at the mention of her home was clear.

"What's so bad about your home?" Seth was curious and could see the same on the faces of his team mates as they glanced into the backseat.

"Nothing I care to talk about. Forget I brought it up." Brenna turned her attention back to the dark night passing by the car window.

Roman, wanting to get past the tension, spoke next, "So moving to Tampa, huh? It's a nice area. Jes might be able to help you look. She did it all for us while I was on the road. Not to brag or anything, but she's pretty freaking mazing."

Brenna grinned. "That would be great actually. I have no idea what I'm doing. Living with my family was a given and moving in with my ex was just the usual next step in the relationship, so I've never had to look for a place to live."

"I'll ask her about it when we get to Tampa."

"Thanks, Rome."

The rest of the ride was quiet. When they finally reached the hotel, Brenna made her way to the desk to see about getting her own room. Dean was waiting to check-in when he heard her request. He was unsure why it bothered him. He was sure he was the reason she needed her own space. She soon had her key card in hand and walked away without another word.

Dean settled into his own room after Seth and Roman had left to go to their nearby homes. He would usually revel in a few quiet hours alone when he got the chance, but this time he couldn't stop thinking about the woman 3 doors down from him. He contemplated going to a bar and finding a rat to bury himself in, but he just didn't find the attraction to that idea as he usually would. Instead Dean found himself in front of her door holding a six pack of beer and a pizza box.

Brenna was trying to quiet her mind and relax in a hot bubble bath when she heard a knock at the door. She cursed under her breath as she rose from the water and wrapped a towel tightly around herself.

Dean couldn't hide the brief look of lust when he laid his eyes on Brenna's unusually exposed body. And Brenna simply looked dumbfounded at Dean standing at her door, gifts in hand.

Rather than speak, Brenna simply stepped aside and let Dean through the door. He brushed against her as he passed to set the food down on a table. Brenna chose not to react to the contact and continued into the room for a change of clothes. Dean watched as she dug through her bag, admiring her toned body as she moved. As much as the woman infuriated him, he couldn't deny that she was very attractive.

Brenna retreated to the restroom to change into a pair of black yoga pants and a fitted grey tank top. When she emerged, she noticed Dean lounging comfortably on her bed minus his shoes. "Just make yourself at home," she said sarcastically—the first verbal interaction of this meeting.

Dean smirked, "I come bearing food and beer, ready for a movie night, and you're pissy with me. That's not how you treat guests, babe." When he noticed her ready to retort, he spoke quickly to cut her off, "listen, I came to hang out. Maybe if we get to know each other, travelling together won't be so intolerable."

Brenna decided to take him seriously, though she was unsure if that decision was wise. "Alright, but you cannot make me watch any chick flicks. I can't stand that shit."

Dean smiled and nodded before extending a beer in her direction, "How about some really bad horror movies?"

Brenna took the beer and climbed into the bed to sit beside him, their thighs nearly touching, "My running commentary is epically hilarious. Bring it on." She flipped through the channels before landing on Leprechaun. "I love this movie. I don't care how ridiculous it is."

They settled in comfortably eating pizza and drinking a few beers. Dean discovered that her running commentary during the movie was in fact extremely entertaining. Sometime after the pizza box was forgotten on the table and the 6 beers were drained, the light had been flicked off during Sharknado. Somehow, and neither was sure exactly how, Brenna's head ended up resting on Dean's chest with his arm bent and his hand playing with her hair with they laid on the bed, eyes trained on the television.

Brenna felt a jolt of electricity every time his fingers brushed through her hair. She tilted her head back only to find him looking down at her. It was an impulse decision to press her lips against his, but the passion that ignited at the intimate contact was intense and Dean had her on her back hovering over her in no time, lips still connected, tongues dueling for dominance.

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