Chapter 10

ANNABEL'S P.O.V

Getting out of the bath that I had planned on being in for quite a while and wrapping my towel round my body, I had to choose what to wear.

I don't know why I can't ever decide on an outfit when Dean is involved. It really baffles me seeing as I am almost always prepared for anything but every since I met him my life is being thrown of track I can't even decide on what to wear anymore.

"Mrs Hunter". I scream as I try to figure out what I should wear.

'Gosh this is so frustrating'. I mentally groan as I search my wardrobe and right on time my guardian angel arrives.

"Yes Mrs." Mrs Hunter says as she walks into my room with a smile.

I immediately rush over to her. "I need your help picking out an outfit." I say as I drag her over to my wardrobe.

"What do you mean Mrs? Don't you normally choose your daily outfit yourself?" Mrs Hunter asks, probably wondering why I couldn't decide what to wear.

"I know but Dean suddenly sprung a surprise visit on me and he's going to be here in a few minutes and my head can't seem to think straight, I can't even look for what to wear, I think my clothes are not up to standard anymore, I hardly ever know what to do when it comes to him either it's like my brain starts to go numb." I say as I pace around my room.

Mrs Hunter walks up to me as she grabs my hands gently giving me a warm smile."Anna dear. Are you sure that the reason you have begun having trouble picking out what to wear is not because of the clothes you have or it not fitting the occasion or place you are going to with this man but that the reason you are feeling all this and acting this way is maybe because you have started to develop some sort of feelings towards this man hence trying to look the best you can." She says as we both sit on my bed.

"I'm sure Mrs Hunter. Dean and I are somewhat acquaintance, maybe even friends but nothing more, hence I'm sure I have no such feelings whatsoever for him unless friendly."

"Whatever you say my dear, I'd never want you to feel uncomfortable. I also wouldn't ever want to see you lie to yourself so would you mind a piece of advice dear." She looks at me waiting for a response.

I nod my head as I look at her. "Always." I respond as I give her a reassuring smile.

"Be true to yourself my dear. Never feel obligated to anyone but you, if you know you don't feel anything intimate with anyone then don't rush it but if you truly are starting to develop feelings for this man, then the best thing to do is not to hide it, you don't owe anything to anyone but yourself and I know that Dustin, God bless his soul as he rests in peace, would be happy if you were happy, hence if that is the reason you choose to stay away from people then don't let it be because the ones we love and the ones that love us back or ones loved us, would definitely want what's best for us and that includes finding happiness elsewere meaning opening our hearts to the people that want to help us heal." She smiles at me and I welcome her advice smiling back at her.

"Mrs Hunter. Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes dear?."

"How do you always know what to say?" I ask wondering as to how this woman always knows the right things to tell me and exactly what I need to hear at that moment.

"It's called being a mother." She says flatly.

"I may not have had my own kid but as I once told you, I see you as my child so I'll always want what's best for you." She rubs and pats my hands gently as she lets go and stands up.

"Now if you excuse me I need to go make preparations for the young gentleman that wants to grace us with his visit." She says as she walks towards my room door.

"Mrs Hunter."

"Yes dear." She says as she turns to look at me.

"Thank you for being there for me." I smile sweetly at her.

"Always my dear." And with that she walks out of my room and I'm left alone again, with that being the case I decide to try to look for what to wear seeing as I was more confident thanks to Mrs Hunter.

I decide on a light floral pink top with blue skinny jeans and my pink wrap sandals, which was nearly the same color as my top. I choose my silver studded diamond earrings, my silver bracelet and my silver chain with a diamond pendant on it. Immediately I was done dressing up and taking Mrs Hunters advice to heart, I chose to wear absolutely no makeup, I only used a layer of lipgloss and put my hair up in a mess bun, with two strands falling out at the front of my hair, once I was done and decided to check the mirror to see if I was okay with how I looked.

Giving myself a thumbs up as I was satisfied with the outcome I went into the bathroom to pick my phone up and as soon as I did I heard the doorbell ring, knowing all to well who was at my door, I decided to wait till the door was open before going down to see him.

As I sat on the chair by my vanity I add an extra layer of lipgloss seeing as the other layer was already drying up and as I do this I soon see Mrs Hunter walk upstairs through my vanity mirror.

"Mrs." She says as she walks into the room.

"Mr Dean is downstairs waiting for you." She says with a smile as she walks into the room to take in my appearance.

"You look beautiful dear." She says as she places her hand on the side of my face. "He won't be able to take his eyes of you." She gives me a smile.

"Now come." She takes my hands as she pulls me out my room door, whilst leading me to the staircase.

I try my best to desend gracefully as I see him seated on the couch In the living room.

Once he notices me he gets up and begins to stare at me with a smile on his face, which only makes me more nervous than I initially was and before I know it he whips his phone out and takes a picture as he smirks at me. Immediately I reach the last stair I rush up to him.

"What was that for?" I ask as I hit his shoulder lightly.

"Ouch." He says as he rubs the spot I hit pretending as if it hurts, which I just respond to by rolling my eyes.

"You said that I should take a picture when I want to and I wanted to, so I did." He says as he winks at me and I could feel my cheeks becoming hot, hopefully it wasn't trying to compete with my hair color because if it was then he'd think I was blushing because of him and I wouldn't have that, that would just make his ego become more and his head become bigger.

"I never said that." I say trying to distract myself.

"Who was the one that told me last night and I quote 'Take a picture it'd last longer'." He says as he tries to mimic my voice but fails terribly which only makes me laugh.

"First of all I don't sound like that." I say as I giggle. "Second of all I only said that so you would stop staring at me, if I knew you were psychotic and would actually take a picture, then I wouldn't have said so."

"Well my beautiful Garcia, it's too late to go back on your words now, I as you know am a man of business and I take things quite seriously." He says as he smirks at me while taking my right hand in his.

"Therefore I have decided that whenever you look alluring, beautiful, unrivaled and impeccable, I'd take a picture of you. But I'm starting to think I'll need to get a new phone." He says as a frown crept up on his face.

"And why is that Mr Marshall?" I ask as I roll my eyes.

"Because." He says as he moves closer to me and whispers in my ear.

"I'd take a picture of you every hour of the day seeing as your beauty has no limits or factors to hinder it from shining through because even when you're wearing makeup or go bare faced or are in fancy or casual outfits you always look absolutely stunning." He says in a low and husky voice. This just doesn't only make me feel shy seeing as he just complimented but it also makes me nervous because I get easily turned on when someone whispers in my ears which causes a problem because before I know It I let a sound which almost resembles a moan escape my lips and once I notice what I did I immediately throw my hand over my mouth fearing for the worst seeing as I had just done the worst thing I could ever do infront of him.

I hope in my head that he didn't hear it and pray to God that he didn't notice it but I see none of those work, knowing full well God hates me and never answers my prayers as I look up and see Dean smirking down at me as he pulls me closer to him.