Chapter 39

Blossom POV

Despite his insistence, I hadn't moved a muscle, and neither had Dean, who remained standing right behind me, his body nearly brushing against my bare skin, exposed beneath the strings of my bikini.

Of course, it was more likely that he simply wasn't comfortable with the idea of his mate being dressed so scantily in public. The thought delighted me momentarily, almost akin to sparking a flare of jealousy in him. It reminded me of the morning when he saw me with Caleb and had to digest the discomfort of feeling he had to share me with others. In those moments, Dean experienced a vulnerability similar to what I often felt.

Yes, I reasoned, while it may not precisely mirror the envy he felt after witnessing me with Caleb, it was gratifying nonetheless. By now, he must have realized that any romantic implication between Caleb and me was nothing more than an elaborate ruse.

Dean was growing visibly impatient. "Blossom, I said get back to th