Chapter # 10.2

"Get in, sweetheart." Without even glancing at him, she continued her stomping forward- her face still red from anger. "You do know that you are going towards the opposite way and your shoes don't match." He said, trying not to laugh. She stopped like someone had put an invisible door in front of her. Breathing deeply, she looked down and clutched her teeth in annoyance. Without helping himself, he chuckled. "They don't look bad." He said and grinned in satisfaction when she finally looked at him even if it was just to glare daggers. "Dean, what do you want from me?" He leaned back in the seat and sighed. What did he want from her? Wasn't it obvious enough what he wanted? He wanted to kiss her anytime he could, he wanted to hold her, pamper her, spoil her, make her laugh, and make her so angry that she would attack him. He wanted to wake up next to her every day and kiss her good morning and goodnight and goodbyes. He wanted to hear her tell him she loved him, she bel