Perfect Fate ✔

17. Not Just Yet

"Dean, can we leave? Please?" I pleaded once we were done eating.

"You didn't like the food?" He asked, setting the napkin back on the table.

"No, I do. I really do. But..." I trailed off.

"What?" He asked. I leaned closer to the table and so did he.

"My feet are killing me. Seriously, I can't take these heels anymore. Please, can we go?" I whined and he chuckled at me in response.

"Sure." He ordered the check.

"Oh, God. I feel like my feet have expanded and these heels are getting really tight." I took them off once he started the car.

"You can put some cream on them when we get home. Speaking of which, I still have that massage cream you left me. It did help a lot with my back." He glanced at me with a smile then back at the road.

"It did?" I instantly blushed.

"Yeah. Do you still have my photo?" He suddenly asked.

"Uhh, no, I don't. I lost it pretty soon after I left." I shifted in my seat.

"Oh, you did?" I could see him smirking.

God, I love that sexy smirk.

"Yes, I did." I nodded.

"Of course you did." He chuckled.

"I did!" I yelled, even though I knew he could read me like an open book.

"We're here." He announced as he parked the car in the garage. We took our belongings and once we got inside the elevator I rested everything I was holding on the ground and took my heels off again.

"I can't. I really can't." I huffed, wiggling my toes free.

"Fine! I'll carry you, Emma. You don't have to be too obvious." Dean offered with a bored tone and an eye roll when the elevator's door opened.

"Again, get over yourself, Dean." I pushed playfully again his chest. He smirked again as he fished for his keys before opening the door for me and motioning for me to get in. I instantly threw the bags on the kitchen counter, ran to one of couches and lied down with a sigh. I stirred, welcoming the soft fabric beneath me, and grateful that I finally could rest my aching body.

"I so want to sleep." Eyes shut, I murmured out.

"Get up." Dean walked over to me.

"No, I want to sleep." I whined, not ready to open my eyes and welcome the light back yet.

"I know. Go to bed." He suggested.

"No, I can sleep here. Honestly, it's just as comfortable." I felt guilty enough for the night he spent on the floor for me; and seeing that Jake was not around and the couch was not occupied, I tried to insist.

"You know you are a pain in the ass, right?" I heard him say before I felt a pair of strong and muscled arms snaking their way beneath me and so easily lifting me up.

"I thought I told you not to be too obvious, Em." I opened my eyes to be greeted with my favorite smirk.

"What are you doing?" I shrieked a little as he started walking towards the bedroom.

"Taking you to bed. Though I wish it was on bed." Looking down at me again, he said with a deep voice in a way that made a person forget how to breathe.

"What?" I blinked.

"You heard me." He smirked at me then put me down on the bed slowly and carefully, as if I were something he feared would shatter.