His admittance warms my soul and tears fill my lower lids. “Thank you, for everything.” I say, trailing my index finger over the swirling tattoos around his neck.
“You don’t need to thank me. Iwantto do this. I always will, baby.”
Dean scoops his arm under my legs and lifts me from the floor, gently laying me back down in the soft bed, the pillows comforting my head as he pulls the sheet up over my arms then climbs in behind me, wrapping his arms around me in a protective cocoon.
“Get some sleep baby, I’m right here.”
The next morning the sun breaks through the clouds, beaming a warm glow across the room and I stretch my aching limbs, feeling a delicious body heat behind me. Turning over onto my side, I find Dean still fast asleep, his plump lips parted slightly as he takes in small breaths.
I can’t resist the temptation to run my finger across his brows and down the bridge of his nose, then over his beard towards the nape of his neck where my fingers tangle into his now longer hair. Onyx waves splay across the pillows, a stark difference to the bright white. Keeping my touch light, I coax the tip of myfinger down the swirling ink that’s beautifully painted across his neck and down onto his chest, finding various art pieces. All of them filled with intricate details covering his sun kissed skin.
My eyes land on one that looks a lot fresher than the rest, the skin still slightly raised on his chest. A pair of detailed blue eyes stare back at me, almost like I’m looking in a mirror.
Are those?
“Those are your eyes mama.” Raspiness hits my ears from his deep morning voice and my hand hovers over the beautiful ink.
“When did you get this?” I whisper.
His Adam’s apple bobs before he speaks. “A couple of days after you went missing. I.. I needed something to focus on, even just for a little bit.” His voice cracks as he speaks and I can hear the anguish that’s slicing through it. “I needed the pain.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.” He throws back, taking my chin in his hands and lifting to meet my gaze. “I could happily drown in those oceans.”
The deep baritone of his voice washes over me, sending a tingling sensation down my spine.
“I also have something to show you, if that’s alright?”
“And what might that be?” Tipping my head to the side.
“Get your fine ass out of bed and I’ll show you.” He teases, giving my nose a quick kiss before rising out of bed in nothing but a pair of tight, black boxer shorts. The sight alone has my mouth watering. He slips a pair of shorts on and stands by the door frame, looking over his shoulder at me.
“You coming, pretty girl?”
Dean waits for me in the hallway as I pull on some of his pyjama pants to go with his t-shirt that I’m wearing, then I pullmy hair into a messy bun and leave the bedroom, finding him standing outside the spare bedroom door with his arms crossed against his bare chest, his shoulder leaning on the wooden door frame.
“What do you want to show me?” I ask, looking up at him.
“Turn around for me.”
I do as I’m told and spin on my bare feet, my back now facing his chest and quickly, what feels like a silk tie covers my eyes, blocking out my vision. On instinct I lift my hands, feeling the material covering my eyes.
“You trust me baby?” He says with such gentleness and I nod my head. “I trust you.” With that I hear him turn the door handle and open the door. The smell of wood and fresh paint hits my nose as we step into the room. My feet meet the plush carpet and I wiggle my toes into the soft fibres.
“Can I look now?”
Dean chuckles behind me as he walks me further into the room. “Not yet mama, just a second.”
Once he’s placed me where he wants me, he releases my shoulders and begins to untie the blindfold but I keep my eyes closed for a moment before slowly opening them and it’s nothing like I could have ever imagined.
My heart leaps into my throat, the words never forming. All around me, the walls are lined with built in bookshelves, painted a beautiful deep green colour. There’s also a chair in the corner that literally looks like it’s made out of clouds with one of my favourite blankets, folded neatly across the back.
I do a full spin, taking in every inch of detail. Small fairy lights hang from the top of the bookshelves, creating a warming glow around the room. Immediately, my eyes land on the window seat and I can’t stop my feet from taking me there, even if I wantedto.
Sprawling greenery from the garden makes up the view from the window and I can see the lake in the distance, the surface shining like diamonds from the sun. Everything about this room is perfect, it’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Turning on my heels, my gaze locks on Dean who’s currently leaning on the door frame, staring right back at me.
“What do you think?” A shyness to his voice.
