Page 48 of When love and Hate Collide

The next morning, I wake up to an empty bed. I stretch out and groan when my body aches like it does after an intense aerobics session Ashlyn drags me to. I look around the empty hotel room with one eye. No sign of Dean.

I sit up in bed and glance down at my very naked body and groan, burying my face into my hands. “Shit.” An overwhelming amount of guilt hits me at the same time as a vision of everything we did last night does.

I look over at the digital clock on the other side of the bed and see it’s just after eleven. Dean and I fell asleep shortly after five and our lazy little make out session.

The hotel door opens suddenly, starling me to death and Dean walks in holding two cups of coffee.

I wrap the sheet around my naked body, covering up my modesty. “Morning.”

“Morning.” I mumble back quietly and pinch the bridge of my nose. Dean walks over and hands me a plastic cup of coffee.

“Latte, right?” I look up at him and take the coffee. Interesting that he remembers how I drink my coffee. I want to make a snarky remark, but I bite it back and just take the coffee, not having the energy to bicker with him so early in the morning.

“Thanks.” I take a sip and moan. That first sip of coffee just hits different, especially when you’re hanging.

Dean sits at the edge of the bed and sips his own coffee, black coffee with cream and two sugars no doubt. “The car is fixed so we can head out whenever you’re ready.”

We’re just going to ignore everything that happened? Okay that works for me.

“Okay, I’ll get dressed and we can go.” Dean nods and when I give him a pointed look he frowns.

“What?”

I sigh, “Um, I’m naked.”

Dean’s eyes narrow and they sweep over me, and he smirks licking his lips before he takes a sip of his coffee. “I’m aware.”

I try not to blush under his stare and avert my gaze. “Great, then perhaps you wouldn’t mind averting your gaze so I can get dressed?” Dean shakes his head and chuckles, turning his back to me.

“Trying to protect your modesty around me is rather redundant after what we did last night, don’t you think?”

I pick up my clothes and hurry to the bathroom and close the door. “No, I don’t.” I reply tetchily, glaring at the door while I dress. “Just because we had sex doesn’t automatically entitle you to see me naked whenever you like.”

I hear Dean chuckle through the door, and I roll my eyes. “I can absolutely see you naked whenever I like. Hell, I can close my eyes right now and conjure up an image of every dip and curve of that sexy little body.”

My cheeks burn with mortification, and I shake my head, paying no heed to the way my body reacts to his words. “I’ll hold onto that image because it’s all you’re ever going to get.” I pull my dress on and check I’m decent before I open the door and step out. Dean turns to look at me from his position on the bed and smirks.

“Well, don’t you look a hot mess.”

I roll my eyes and walk past him, “Fuck off, Dean.”

“I thought I fucked that bitchiness out of you last night?” He utters walking toward me. I crane my neck to look up at him when he towers over me, his green eyes looking down into mine. “We still have fifteen minutes till we have to vacate the room if you require another round to disperse what’s left of that pent up frustration.”

I scoff and take a step closer to him, “Dream on.”

Dean smiles and takes hold of my chin and tilts my head back, “We’ll see.”

I bat his hand away and fix him with a look of disgust. “Dean, listen to me and listen well. The moment I walk out of this door I’m going to forget everything that happened between us. What happened last night was a mistake, one I don’t plan on repeating ever again.” I tell him firmly.

Dean smirks and bites his bottom lip, “Make a mistake once and it becomes a lesson, repeat that mistake a second time and it becomes a choice, JJ.”

I exhale slowly and shake my head, “A reckless choice I hope doesn’t haunt me for the rest of my life.” The amusement in the depth of his eyes quickly disappears and the stony glare I’m accustomed to reappears taking its rightful place. “I can find my own way home.” I turn and walk out of the hotel room. I can feel my qualms about last night stirring in the pit of my stomach. How ever much I try to pretend like it never happened, Dean will undoubtedly hold this over my head forever as a way to torture me.

Way to go and make a clusterfuck of a mess of everything, Jeyla.

I stand still watchingJeyla’s retreating back and heave a heavy sigh. I can’t say I disagree with her on never repeating what happened between us last night. It was a mistake on both our parts, especially mine. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking, I just remember surrendering to that all-consuming rage burning deep in my gut and in that moment, it was either punch a hole in the wall or use her as my outlet.

Obviously, the latter won, because before I could stop myself, I was following her out the door and kissing her like my life depended on it. When I went to check out of the room this morning the receptionist politely informed me that they received several noise complaints last night.

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