Genevieve's POV…..
When I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was Dean's half opened mouth and his messy hair. I felt lucky to see this side of him, a side I felt only I got to see.
I tried to move and the soreness of my body brought back images of last night. Not that I’d need anything to remind me of last night . I'll always remember it.
What’s going to happen when he wakes up?
Do I make breakfast?
Does he even have anything here to make breakfast?
By the look of the sun it looks late, maybe lunch?
Wouldn’t making food mean we were a couple?
Are we together now?
Was I this week's flavor?
Was I a one night stand?
Was he?
What do I want now?
What do I expect from him now?
All these questions running through my head were making it hurt.
So I decided to escape before any
