“What do you mean?”
“Remember your attack a few weeks ago, when he came bursting into the house and it scared you?”
I shiver at the memory. “Yes?”
“He made it pretty clear then that you were his.”
My mouth drops open, “We hadn’t even kissed.”
Savannah gives a shrug, “Don’t know what to tell you, babe, but Dean made sure we all knew.”
My cheeks heat, and my stomach does a little flip-flop that has me pressing my hand to it.
“So have you told him?” Savannah pulls a compact mirror from her bag and tidies up her lipstick.
“Told him what?” I stand from the vanity stool and head over to her, straightening the pink dress I picked out for the night.
She whistles as she gets a look, the neckline is low, and a long silver chain falls between my breasts. The waist is tight before it flares at the hip and stops around mid-shin, with a split that stops a little below the hip.
When Savannah called to ask if we wanted to go out, I couldn’t say no, and because I didn’t say no, Dean got Bast and Willow to take Lily for the night so he could come, which prompted Killian to also come.
So, now it’s a double date of sorts, and I’m excited. The usual anxiety about going out isn’t present, and I know it has a lot to do with the people around me. It feels good, freeing.
“That you love him,” She raises her brow.
The declaration comes back anew, and those damn hot tears.
Savannah’s eyes widen, “What?” She gasps, noticing the glazed eyes, “What is it?”
I wave a hand before I fan my face in an attempt to dry them before they fall and ruin my makeup.
“Sloane?” Sav presses.
“No, no, I’m fine!”
“You’re crying!”
“I’m being silly,” I dismiss it, “I’m just scared.”
Her eyes soften, “Oh, babe.”
“I’ve lost everything once,” I say quietly, “I don’t want to start something if I’m going to lose that too.”
“I think it’s a little late,” She sits next to me, grasping my hand, “But you can’t live in fear forever, Sloane; it isn’t fair. Not for you, not for Dean. I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time, and it started when you let yourself live a little, getting a job and getting out of the house.”
“Hey!” I pout, “I got out of the house before.”
“You went from door to library or café. For a few hours at most. Dean is good for you, and I think if you don’t let yourself experience this, whether or not it ends, you’ll regret it.”
“I know you’re right,” I glance to my best friend, “But it doesn’t make it easy.”
“Love him, Sloane, because you only get one shot at true, honest to god love, and if this is that shot, and you walk away, you’re only going to hurt yourself.”
“When did you get so wise?” I joke, attempting to lighten the mood that has settled over us. I was excited for the night, I guess I still am, but I feel heavy.
She shoves my shoulder with a laugh.
“If it helps,” She stands and straightens her dress, looking as beautiful as always, “You and Dean are totally hot together, and if I could watch without it being weird, I would.”
