Sanctuary

Chapter Seventeen - Effort.

"But you don't even know him!" Sage whisper yelled. "He could be a killer for all you know!"

"Oh hush, you work with him and I've seen him on television!" Her mother waved her off as she picked up a magazine from the coffee table and held it up, showing The Shield in suits on the cover of GQ. "See? He's Dean Ambrose. Im aware of who he is."

"Just because he's famous?!"

"He wouldn't be the first man to waltz in here that you didn't know that I did," She patted the top of her head. "Now you run along and get some rest. Your mother knows what she's doing."

"But-"

"I said run along, Emily." She said a bit firmer and took a sip of her wine. Sage sighed and glanced at Frankie and I as if for help. Not like we had any power in this decision so all we could do was sigh as well and return to our rooms. Mine was conveniently next to Ambroses, whom I could hear singing Sweet Caroline in the shower. That pleasant sound made me roll my eyes three times over. Not only had he managed to talk his way in, he sat by me at the dinner table and chatted up a storm with Miss DeSantos - who obviously had formed a huge crush on him in the process - then afterwards, staked claim to the room next to mine. Grinning at me while he pushed the door in and wished me a goodnight.

Dean always had the ability to make me nervous, but now that I'd had sex with him I felt more vulnerable. So now I felt the need to take more caution than usual, especially since he believed that I owed him the luxury of us being together.

Going into my room, I was sure to lock the door before proceeding to strip down to just my underwear. It was time for me to get ready to sleep this bad night away and be on the first flight away from him tomorrow. Rummaging through my suitcase, I pulled out an oversized Kent State T Shirt from Dolph and put it on quickly climbing my way into bed. Snuggling under the silk covers, I managed to fall asleep pretty fast.

"Punnnkkkkk," I whined nudging him, my only response was a groan and a shift deeper into the pillows. "Punkyyyy."

"Go to sleep." He grumbled, wrapping his arm around me tighter. "We've got a long day tomorrow."

I pouted my lip out and looked up at his peaceful sleeping face. He was tired, I'd give him that but I wanted to do something else and wouldn't stop until we'd do it. "It'll only take a few minutes,"

"Blake, no."

"I'll do all the work if you want," I kissed his neck gently and he moaned. "You know you want to."

"Of course I want to." He muttered. "Just not tonight. We need alot of rest."

"But it'll be one of our last times doing it before we decide on the place where we'll become Mr. and Mrs. Brooks."

He laughed. "Thats not an occasion to celebrate. Maybe like the night before we get married and the night obviously that we do. But not the day before we pick a state."

"Its a big deal to me." I snuggled up closer, wrapping my arms around his abdomen. "Just onceeee?"

He grinned at me lazily. "I know what you're trying to do."

"Huh?"

"You're trying to convince me to pick California as our place and its not going to happen."

"But whyyyyy." I slapped his chest and he winced. "Los Angeles is such a beautiful place to get married."

"So is Chicago!"