Chapter 13

Blossom POV.

Dean finishes showing me around the suite before leading me back to our bedroom. He drops my hand and walks to the other side of the room, and I can't help but wonder what he thinks of our home. His expression is hard to read, just as mine must be for him.

I take a closer look at my surroundings and notice that our bedroom is so spacious that it includes a second, private living area complete with a daybed, a loveseat, and matching velvet-covered chairs. The furniture is heavy and ornate, with colors and fabrics that feel incredibly sensual. For a moment, my thoughts wander to the idea of lying with Dean on the daybed, running my fingers through his hair, and nuzzling against his neck just to feel the rise and fall of his chest. I picture him turning to me, taking me right there without the need to move to the bed.

Suddenly, I'm jolted back to reality by Dean's voice. It seems he's been talking to me, but I hadn't realized it. I start to methodically sort through my thing