Unbearable (Unexpected Sequel)|✔️

65- The Morning After

"Bella! Open the fucking door!"

My head rested on my very comfortable, yet very firm, pillow. Dean's arm tightened around me as his nose tickled my neck. "Make him go away." His voice was laced with sleep. I didn't blame him either. We spent the whole night away, saying silent I love yous.

I smiled as I continued to trace my fingers on his bare chest down to his stomach. Unlike him, I was wide awake.

After our night, Dean and I just sat in the bath. At first I thought it would be awkward, but it was oddly comforting. I think I was too focused on the fact that I had just had sex to really feel insecure.

Honestly, I was still thinking about it.

Once the soreness had gone down, we laid in bed. I should've been tired considering it was an exhausting night, but I laid awake as I focused on Dean's breathing. I couldn't help but appreciate having him in my life. I was so lucky. He tried to stay awake but he kept drifting in and out of consciousness.

"Bella! If you don't open the door right now, I'm going to break it down."

Dean loudly exhaled against my skin. "Fuck off, Dylan."

I heard a very dramatic gasp. "I knew it! I knew it was true! Bella! Open it!"

Dean groaned as I slipped out of his arms. I pulled the blanket to his chest, not that he was naked. He was still in boxers. I changed into pajamas after my bath because I knew I'd feel weird to sleep completely naked.

I swung open the door to see a very pissed-off Dylan. His face was practically red. He looked at me in disgust before pushing through and going to my bed. Jasmine was in the hallway, covering her snickers with her mouth.

"What?" I asked suspiciously. There was no way he'd know... right? No. No way.

She shook her head and followed me back into the bedroom.

"Get up, pussy!"

"Dylan!" I scolded.

"Fuck, just let a man sleep," Dean groaned, holding on to the blankets for dear life.

"Why didn't you sleep last night?" Dylan mockingly asked before turning to me. "Will told me."

My face paled. Fucking Will! I didn't know he'd be a traitor.

Dean groggily sat up and rubbed his eyes. "What are you going on about?"

"Don't play innocent," Dylan snapped, then his face twisted into a menacing scowl. "Or are you saying you regret it and don't ever want to speak of it again? Because I swear I will mess–"

"Dylan!" I yelped. "Can you relax?"

"No! I warned this fucker not to lay a finger on you and what did he do? Exactly that!"

Dean's face contorted into realization as his mouth formed an 'o' shape. Then his brows furrowed. "I don't regret anything," he said sincerely, looking directly at me.

Dylan's body stepped in between us, facing Dean. "So there's something to regret, then?"

I smacked the back of his head. "Listen to me. I'm going to shower and get ready for the day while we let Dean sleep in–"