Dean POV:
I move away from Seth and give him an amused look for his sudden approach, but he ignores me and walks over to the window, looking out of it. I can't take this insult because I'm not the one who acts here like a stalker.
I grab him from behind and shove him against the wall, glaring at him. "What do you think you are, huh?" I fist his shirt and convulse him, almost enough to tear it.
"I-I... I just tried to save you!" He blurts out. He then covers his mouth suddenly and looks at me with wide eyes, swallowing hard.
"Oh, from whom?" I ask, looking around the house and trying to find someone who is probably hiding from me.
My footsteps are heavy and quick-paced as I make my way through the house. My fingers are combing through my hair before stuffing it in the pockets of my black jacket. My threatening blue eyes scan every area in search of anyone who is hiding from me.
When I get nothing, I return to him and cross my arms over my chest. "So you're lying to me." I narrow my eyes at him and monitor his body language. It is easy to pretend I hate him, but I can't anger him for so long, even if I don't know him well.
I find myself with a specific affinity for those rich, ecstatic brown eyes. It tries to tell me something, but I don't know what. I move closer to the younger man and twirl his hair around my finger, speculating about his intention.
He looks like a supernova and blinks his eyes helplessly. He's so blindingly beautiful that forcing me to wonder whether he will burn bright suddenly and erupt into flames. The look in his eyes has left me restless.
Without realizing it, I move forward and press my lips on his, wanting to feel his flames, but I get nothing. I move away from him and stare at him, demanding him what I want. "You gotta keep talking to me. I enjoy hearing your voice." I growl out and pull him into a kiss again.
I thread my fingers into his hair and rub my thumbs at the softness of his temple, pushing my tongue into his waiting mouth. Nothing gets into my mind freely except adoring kissing him. This moment has blossomed from us.
I love the sound he makes when I bite down on his lip; I love the way his hips twitch forward almost involuntarily; I love the moans that trap in our mouths; I love sharing the same air with him, and I love running my hands all over his body.
We pull away and take long breaths, looking into each other's souls. Our eyes make a secret conversation while we stare at each other in silence. It's intriguing. What can our eyes talk about while we know nothing about each other?
"Ugh! I-I will bring some coffee for you." He stutters and runs away from me, getting relieved. He has something about me in his mind, and I need to find out about it.
If I have my way with him, he will never last long, but something stops me from doing that. I don't know what it is. If it's desire, then I have for him is unlike anything else I have ever experienced.
I try to convince myself with my charismatic nature that it is utterly contrary; he is the one who is obsessed with me, but he tries to change my mind by appearing everywhere whenever I turn around.
Seth POV:
A smile curls on my lips when I think about the moment I've shared with Dean. When he kissed me a few minutes ago, I felt like I was on fire, skin shimmering and flickering as he touched me. Together, we were one enormous ball of beautiful, blinding light, and I could feel every fiber in it, but he reacted a little.
I think about him and his reaction toward me until his footsteps get my attention. I brush my hair away and shift closer to the coffee machine, trying to get rid of the awkwardness between us.
I place the cup on the countertop instead of handing it to him because it looks steaming hot. "Careful, it's hot," I warn him, but at the same time, he brings the cup to his mouth and drinks the coffee in one go.
"God, did it burn your tongue?" I watch him, looking both worried and bewildered. "Just open your mouth."
He looks at me for a moment and bursts out laughing. "It's okay. I don't experience pain, but sure, you do." He plays with the cup and places it on the counter.
I don't know how to reply to that. What if Dean lies to me? I know he will because he doesn't like me worrying about him. Usually, I will take matters into my hands whenever he lies to me. I lift my hand to his mouth and force it to open, looking at his tongue.
A tear slips out of my eye when I notice the red patches on his tongue. "I knew you lied to me," I mumble and slap his chest worriedly, leaning against him.
I wipe my tear away and walk over to the refrigerator, opening it. I pick the ice from it to help with my husband's burned tongue and make clear he will be okay. I look at him confusedly when he spits the ice on the floor and turns to go.
I grab his hand from behind and turn him around, looking into his eyes and getting shocked when I find there is no love for me. "Where are you going? I won't let you leave me again."
The smile on his face fades quickly and turns into a frown. "Who are you to control me? Be in your limit."
Tears flow from my eyes immediately at his harsh words because he doesn't talk to me like this before. I feel helpless at this moment, so I wish someone might help me with this. "Don't go away from me. My heart will search for you." I whimper and fall on the floor weakly, holding my hand out to him as he leaves the house.
