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Dean’s on the phone again, and Cassie feels like she’s just about losing her mind. She trusts him, of course she trusts her boyfriend, but damn does it hurt that whoever’s on the other end is eating up all his time and he can’t even be bothered to tell her what the hell is going on.
She doodles clouds at the top of her notebook while she waits for him. They look lopsided, uneven. She’s tired. She just wants to go to bed with her boyfriend, if he could spare her a minute out of his day. (She knows she’s being unfair. They spent half the day together already and she’s so selfish with his time, but she just can’t stand it.)
“Hey, babe,” Dean says from the doorway. He’s leaning up against it with a little smile on his face like some kind of cowboy in a movie, but the charm doesn’t melt her like it usually does.
Cassie crosses her arms over her chest. “Took you long enough.”
Dean saunters up, still all shimmering and golden. He acts like he owns the whole damn world, as if he’s not already so slick-handed with her heart. Her mama had warned her about guys like Dean, but when had she ever listened to advice from the woman?
“You know, they say distance makes the heart grow fonder…”
And it’s a line, but his eyes are so soft and he’s climbing up to her from the bottom of the bed with an apologetic grin plastered on his face. Cassie is too weak to resist a guy like Dean. She spreads her legs to let him crawl between them and rest his chin on her belly, looking up at her all sweetly. She runs her fingers through his hair and cups his face.
“‘M sorry,” he mumbles.
“I know you are.”
She isn’t wearing any makeup and her hair is up in a bonnet, and he’s still staring at her with his lips slightly parted and his arms wrapped around her waist, like she’s the most wondrous thing he’s ever seen. He turns to kiss her hip slowly through her little silk nightdress. He speaks into her hip, too, hiding his face from her. “It was my dad. I hadn’t heard from him in a while. I promise, it wasn’t anything else.”
Cassie pulls him up. He’s dropped the suave act just as quickly as he’d put it on, and he looks more like a frightened child. They really didn’t fight much. They were both so bad at it. “I didn’t think it was. But, Dean, you have to let me know. You just picked up the phone and disappeared for two hours.”
“Oh.”
There she goes feeling bad again, because her boy is just so thoughtless but he didn’t mean to hurt her, he didn’t mean to make her feel neglected.
“I didn’t think you would notice,” he whispers. He sits back and takes her hands in his, kisses her palms ever-so-gently. “I’m really sorry. I won’t do that again. I’ll be more careful.”
“Okay. Thank you.” Just like that, whatever fight they were having is cooled right down.
Cassie doesn’t know why she can still feel it in her chest.
Dean lays down next to her, so she bends down low and kisses him hard, and he kisses right back. Her friend, Trina, had insisted that the post-fight sex was always the best. Cassie isn’t sure if she believed it, but Dean is already pulling her to get on top of him and slipping his tongue into her mouth, pulling her in like he’s trying to swallow her.
“You’re mine,” she whispers.
“I’m yours,” he says, pushing his hips against hers as he presses the words into her mouth. “All yours, just yours.”
She’s sure that he’s the best thing to ever happen to her.