I couldn't stop smiling at myself when I looked in the mirror. Because of his previous strictness surrounding me viewing his home, I found myself in the small bathroom connected to the room we were in. My heart pounded against my chest as I recalled him announcing the fact he cared for me, such minor things made me swirl into a frenzy so it wasn't an abnormal situation. It definitely didn't mean anything in regards to my feelings for him. Us humans enjoy that feeling, the feeling of meaning something to others.
In my current moments of loneliness, Dean meant something to me.
Brushing my fingers through my locks, I opened the door with my other hand and left the bathroom.
Within an instant, our eyes met after our bodies: my chest was against his, rising due to the shock and pressing ag
