When We Meet Again

Chapter 8

Yes, this was happening.

She grimaced wondering if she should point that out but decided that fell strictly under “Dean’s problem” and turned away staring at the ceiling and mentally going over every inch of her body trying to discover how exactly everything had changed or was still the same. Everything hurt but not in any way she’d ever experienced before. It was more of an ache like her muscles were taken aback at having been required to contract in these new ways they weren’t used to. She moved her hips experimentally to see what would happen and bumped accidentally against Dean’s back. He turned around to face her, a goofy smile on his face.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” he asked.

“Probably not,” she replied but smiling with it. He opened his magnetic green eyes fully and stared into hers.

“Well one rarely enjoys their first time I’m told,” he said watching her.

“Did you?” she asked and when he lifted his brows in inquiry she clarified, “Enjoy yours?”

“Oh. Yeah. I hardly remember it. I was fifteen, there was alcohol. It was a friend of Samantha’s,” he said and then hurried to explain himself when she lifted her eyebrows at him. “We weren’t together then but we all hung out at my beach house mostly. She’d been eyeing me for some time and it was a party and we were playing spin the bottle. And then we went into the closet and before I knew it she was going down on me and I was pulling her up and fu*king into her and it was hurried and sweaty and weird and I don’t even remember if I came or not.”

“Wow. Then what happened?” Meaghan asked curling onto her side to face him.

“Then Samantha was sulking and the next day she was asking me if I wanted to ‘go together’ or not. Of course I knew what the right answer was, and I gave it,” he said.

“Such a romantic story! I’m blown away,” Meaghan said widening her eyes in fake enthusiasm. Dean grinned.

“I was totally fine with being with Samantha till you came along and made me question everything. Now I’m fighting with my mother and everyone’s mad at me. So thanks.”

“Aww, I’m sorry for existing. Shall I go back to being a figment of your imagination? I can disappear just as easily as I appeared you know?” Meaghan said. She was joking but the offer was serious. She would disappear if he told her to.

“Hey! I broke it, I buy it. I’m keeping you.” He said.

Meaghan opened her mouth to say something about his way with words but then she just laughed.

“It’s getting really late. I should go,” she said instead.

“Why?” Dean asked.

Meaghan gave him a look and shrugged, “I don’t want to impose.”

“If you’re imposing I promise I’ll tell you,” he said shifting himself closer. “Stay. I want to make you breakfast.”

“Oh really? Can you cook?” Meaghan asked.

“Don’t be an anti-elitist! Of course I can cook. I grew up in a household with some of the best chefs money could buy. You think I didn’t learn a thing or two?”

Meaghan shrugged again turning away from him to hide her smile. He moved closer to plaster his front against her back and put an arm around her.

“Next time it’ll be better,” he murmured against her ear.

“I don’t doubt it,” she replied and went to sleep.