She heard Dean step out of the bathroom, with a towel draped around his waist. Hair wet. Looking every inch like a Greek God. Pumped chest and a thorough ripped abs.
"Enjoying the view?" Dean asked as he took off the towel around him and flunked it into the laundry basket. "Shower and get ready for breakfast." He commanded.
When she made no effort to move, he walked over to the bed and reached down to haul her over his shoulders, when she crouched away from him.
"FINE!" Elena scooted up from the bed, still wrapped in the bed sheets. As she made her way to the bathroom, the sheets followed her like a bridal gown train. The poor door slammed for the second consecutive time today.
In the shower, Elena thought things through. The hot water felt good on her tired body. She felt her mind un
