Page 112 of Overdue I Love You's
I look up.
Hard muscles, soft eyes. An enigma for my soul.
Dean opens his arm for a hug.
“I’m sweaty,” I refuse.
“Don’t care,” he mutters.
Another shake.
“Nova,” another guttural warning, but I’m stubborn.
I shake my head again.
“Fuck it,” he growls.
Safe arms wrap around me.
Dean pulls me tight against him. A palm pushes me to his chest like he wants to protect me from the rest of the world. He nuzzles me into himself, and I let myself benuzzled.
My arms remain around him when I pull back, “I’m actually mad at you.”
He lowers his head, nudging his nose with mine. “Can you be mad while hugging me?”
“Okay,” I shrug nonchalantly, but the smile gives me away. I fist the material of his shirt from the back.
Gosh, I want himbad.
I don’t know how long we stay wrapped around each other, but when we pull apart, there’s a crowd of people swarming around us.
That’s when it comes to me.
Smell of gas and sounds of electric whirring buzz past us.
Luzern Central Train Station.
“Did you plan this?” I ask him.
Dean’s chest falls with a breath. “No, should we call it fate?”
I tilt my head. “Didn’t take you as someone who believed in fate.”
“Only when you’re involved,” he replies.
He holds my hand again while looking around. He reads a screen far from away, then checks the time on his watch. Me? Well, I’m helping him domanlythings like this.
“Dean,” I shake his arm when I see Lois among the crowd. She’s talking on the phone, her face red and angry. How did she…?
“The mic,” he says quickly. “Take it off.”
“What?”
He unclips mine then his, throwing both to the side.
His gaze holds determination when he looks back. “Remember when you said you trust me?”
“How could I forget?”
