Be serious

I tried to look down, but I was unable to do so. A hint of a smile appeared on his lips. "It's just what?" repeated Dean.

"You are being soo… very sweet to me," I slyly said. Dean cocked his head to the side, scrutinizing my face. "And you are not used to that," Dean hypothesized. I held up my shoulders. "I guess," I told him.

"I just keep on wondering why…" I admitted. Dean raised an eyebrow, it was like what I said shocked him. Dean cupped my face and placed his lips on my forehead, giving me the most sweet kiss. A warm feeling overwhelmed me, making me feel safe.

Without hesitation, I nestled myself against his chest and wrapped my arms around him. Dean held me for a while, stroking my back up and down and placed his chin on my hair.

"You deserve everything, princess", whispered Dean. "You are worthy of nothing less," he went on. I tightened my grip on him, desperately clinging on to him. It was like; only now that I was thrown a lifejacket, I realized that I had been drowning all this time.

We stood there for a while, in utter silence.

"Dean, I don't think that this is a good idea," I muttered and then unwillingly let him go. He frowned at me, "What isn't?" insisted Dean. "This," I said waving at the space I created between us.

Dean did not seem all that impressed with what I was saying, as he towed me back against his chest. He grabbed my face with both of his hands, and claimed my lips with fire. His lips felt hard, yet soft. And as his tongue played with mine, I felt a longing arise in the pit of my stomach.

"Be serious," I said ragged.

"I am serious," Dean announced. "I believe that this…" Dean breathed against the hollow of my neck, "Is a very, very good idea," he told me. A soft moan escaped my lips, without consent.

"Dean," I said hoarse. He bit me softly, sending shivers down my spine. My fingers sank into his back, wanting to be as close to him as I could possibly get.

Then somehow the spell broke for me again. "Dean we can't do this. Although sleeping with you for two nights in a row, maybe would make you think otherwise, I am not someone who takes intimacy lightly," I informed him. I did not want to prove my mother right.

Dean looked at me with the most sweet expression. "Good," was the only thing he replied. I shook my head. "No, I mean….We can't do this," I uttered. "What can't we do?" Dean's expression seemed daring.

"Acting like we are a couple, when we are clearly not," I muttered. Dean opened his mouth and then closed it. "That is a very premature conversation, don't you think?" smiled Dean. "What do you mean?" I asked completely confused.

"Well, although I have been pining over you for the last two years princess, our relationship is only progressing just now," supposed Dean. Pining over me for the last two years? Who was he fooling, that could hardly be true. Could it?

Dean seemed to think, and then began to talk again. "How would you define a couple?" Dean suddenly asked. "What do you mean; how do I define a couple?" I shrugged. How many definitions were there? Dean seemed to be waiting for an answer and I swallowed.

"I guess committing to someone, wanting a future with them and-" I stopped talking midsentence. Dean's eyes were closed, like he was thinking really hard. He then opened one eye and looked at me, studying me, mostly.

"I guess… because of the intimacy level you and I reached in merely two days, that is a fair question to ask," he told me.

Wait, what?! I did not ask him any question. "Yes," he announced. "What do you mean," I shot at him. 'Yes'…" I said, repeating him, trying to understand what he meant. He was making no sense at all.

"Yes, I am willing to commit to a future with you," declared Dean. My heart raced in my chest. What was he doing… what in the world was he saying. How did we get to this point so fast? I looked around the garden. The treehouse for the boys was almost screaming at me that he meant what he was saying just now.

"That was hardly what I was suggesting at all!" I snapped. Dean cocked his head to the side again, holding my gaze. "You can hardly mean that," I said taken aback. Dean still held me close, trapping me in his embrace.

"Well, I can ensure you that I do," Dean answered curtly. He seemed offended. This was too much, too fast. My head was spinning.

"What you are saying is ridiculous. You can't seriously mean that you are willing to commit to someone, you have only been with for two days…" I said incredulous.

"Dean. I have two sons… you are not telling me that you want to be a step-father at the age of 21," I told him. "20" he corrected me with a tempting smile. I had to remember that I needed to breathe.

"And, I am saying that I commit to you and everything that it entails," promised Dean.

"That is completely insane," I said almost angry. I looked down to my feet, because I could not bear his eyes right now. He was making me feel totally awkward. "It is, isn't it," pouted Dean all of a sudden. "Well… it is the truth though," Dean said tilting my face up to look at him again.

God he was annoying.

"You don't feel the same" Dean croaked. "We do not know to what we are committing, we do not know each other," I bit.

"Fair enough… But I ask you this," Dean started to say with narrowed eyes. What was he up to now…

"So, you would be fine if I sleep with another tonight," Dean challenged me. "What?!" I raised my voice, shaking my head. My heart broke into a million pieces, by hearing him say such a thing.