You’d fallen into his bed that night, because, how could you not? Dean had a way with words, and you’d let him sweet talk you underneath him that night.

It wasn’t all too bad though, he was consistent with wanting to see you. He had always called you when he was wanting someone to come keep him company.

The bad part of it all though?

You’d caught feelings, and he was insistent that he wasn’t ready for a relationship. He claimed over and over that he wasn’t the relationship type.

But you knew he was lying. You knew he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him, so, you waited him out. Pretended you didn’t care.

That fucked with Dean more than anything. Thinking you didn’t care? Yeah, that truly was a blow to his ego, and definitely a stab to his heart, because even though he wanted you to believe he wasn’t ready for a relationship, he wanted you to want him, to chase him.

That’s why he’s walking into the hockey house with one of the puck bunnies tonight. His lame attempt at making you jealous.

But also, really just his big attempt to prove to himself that he didn’t feel anything for you.

“Why the fuck is Dean walking in here with Lauren?” your best friend asks, disgust lacing her tone, her narrowed eyes following Dean and Lauren as they make their way towards Dean’s group of friends.

You laugh, bringing your red solo cup to your lips, biting on the rim before sipping the jack and coke. “Another lame attempt to prove he doesn’t have feelings for me, or to make me jealous, who knows, but he’s hilarious if he thinks a puck bunny will make me jealous.”

Your best friend lets her eyes drift to you, concern etched in her features as she tries to read you for any sign of jealousy.

It’d be a lie if you said seeing Dean with any girl didn’t bother you, but you refused to let him know that. Fuck him and his games.

Grabbing your best friend’s hand, you drag her out to the middle of the living room, which is currently a makeshift dance floor. You down the rest of your jack and coke, setting the red solo cup on the side table and begin swaying your hips to the beat of the music.

“Trust me, I’m fine! Dean will soon enough realize I’m the girl for him. We’ve been at this for two years, he can’t run from his feelings forever, right?”

As if he’d heard you say his name over the loud thump of the music, over the distorted sound of voices conversing around you, you feel Dean’s piercing blue eyes land on you.

Looking up, you make eye contact with him, giving him a sensual wink, biting your lip and continuing to move your hips to the song that was currently playing.

A set of hands wrap around your waist, splaying out on the exposed skin of your stomach. You smile, looking back to find Nolan Beckham, one of Dean’s teammates, standing behind you. His deep green eyes shine, his smile bright as he looks down at you.

“You look good tonight.” Nolan says, pulling you back into him more.

You smile back at him, grinding your ass into him, ignoring the burning stare you know is coming from Dean.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Becks.”

Nolan opens his mouth to respond, but a pair of hands is ripping him away from you, shoving him back onto the couch that’d been pushed up against the back wall.

“Don’t touch her.” Dean seethes, his chest heaving, the anger evident in his eyes.

You scoff, turning to help Nolan up but Dean grabs you by your elbow, pulling you back.

“Let. Me. Go.” you say, tone firm.

Dean shakes his head, his blue eyes burning into yours.

“Let’s go talk.”

“No.”

Dean’s eyes plead with you, his grip on your elbow not loosening in the slightest.

You sigh. “What is this, Dean? You tell me you don’t want me, you bring Lauren here, then get mad when you see me dancing with Becks? It makes zero sense, you’re giving me whiplash.”

“Look, let’s just… Let’s just go talk about this somewhere that everyone isn’t listening and watching us.”

Your eyes scan the length of the living room and kitchen area, noting every single pair of eyes in the room on you and Dean, including Lauren, the puck bunny who Dean had brought as his date and ditched the second your attention wasn’t on him and you weren’t jealous over her on his arm.

“Fine. You get five minutes Di Laurentis, then I’m coming back out here.”

Dean’s smile comes back, a sigh of relief falling from his lips. He lets his hand slide down your arm until it meets yours, his fingers lacing through your fingers. He drags you up the stairs and all the way down to his bedroom, pulling you inside and shutting the door behind him, locking it.

“No need to lock that, Dean. We’re not doing anything other than talking.”

He smirks, that cocky, knowing smirk. “Right, right, we’ll see about that.”

You roll your eyes, taking a seat on the edge of his bed, legs slightly opened, giving Dean a teasing peak at your lacey white underwear. You knew what you were doing, teasing him with what you wouldn’t let him have tonight…

Or at least, you were going to try and avoid giving into him so easily.

“I know what you’re doing.” Dean groans, taking a step towards you.

You quickly close your legs, pulling them up onto the bed and crossing them beneath you.

“What do you want to talk about, Dean? You’ve wasted two minutes already.”

Dean steps directly in front of you, dropping himself to his knees so he’s face to face with you now. You bite your lip at the sight of him in front of you, on his knees, pupils dilated and that needy as fuck look on his face.

“Wow, who knew I could bring the Dean Di Laurentis to his knees.” you joke, your eyes never leaving his, even when he rolls those pretty blue eyes.

His hands find your thighs, gripping them tightly beneath his palms. “I- What do you need from me? I know bringing Lauren here tonight was a big mistake, but I was hoping to see some sign that you were jealous, and when you didn’t show it and instead let Nolan Beckham put his hands on you, I… it made me realize I really do want you, but I need to know what you want from me? What you need from me. Please.”

You place your hand on his, rubbing your thumb over the tops of his knuckles. “I just need you to stop running from your feelings, Dean. Period. You know how I feel about you, you’ve known for years, yet, you keep running from it. Why?”

He sighs. “I’ve never had a serious relationship, so when I started realizing I had feelings for you, I won’t lie, it scared the shit out of me. But I’d rather be honest about how I feel and have you as mine, than keep running and having to deal with seeing you let other men touch you. It kills me to see that.”

Your eyes soften. You knew Dean had problems showing his heart, had problems opening up to girls, you were truly the only female that he’d slept with and kept around.

That’s how you knew he liked you more than just sex. It wasn’t just sexual attraction and the fact that you knew his body and he knew yours so well that he kept you around. It was more, and you’d always known it, now, Dean was admitting it.

“What’re you saying, Dean?” you say, a teasing tone in your words. “You saying you like me, like me?”

Dean huffs out a laugh, his eyes rolling again. “I’m saying I like you, like you, brat.”

You laugh at that. You were a brat, and you wouldn’t apologize for it. Dean made you wait on this long enough, it was only right you teased him about it and made him work for the relationship you know is inevitable.

“Awww, Dean, I’m flattered. I kinda, sorta like you too.”

Dean leans forward, his lips chasing yours, but you turn your head, dodging his kiss.

“Not so fast, buddy.”

Eye brows furrowed, Dean frowns. “What? Did I fuck this up running from how I felt too long?”

You laugh, a full on belly laugh that makes your sides hurt. Dean couldn’t fuck up his chances. Even if the two of you played this cat and mouse chase game together for years, you’d still give into him when he was ready. Did that make you slightly pathetic over him? Maybe. But you didn’t care. You knew this thing would come to a head and you’d be together.

“No, I just… If we give this thing a chance, I need to know you’re serious, Dean.”

Dean’s hands move to the back of your head, holding tightly as he leans in and kisses you hard. His lips move quickly against yours, his tongue sweeping against yours before he gently kisses your lips and pulls back, those pretty eyes on yours again. “Listen, I’m more serious than I’ve ever been. I’ve wanted you for about a year and a half now, and I don’t think I can go another second without you,” his eyes flick down to your lips, nostrils flaring when he sees your bottom one tucked between your teeth. His thumb gently runs across your mouth, pulling your lip from between your teeth. “So, what do you say? Give the desperate hockey player a shot?”

You roll your eyes at him calling himself desperate, but deep down, you know he is. Dean is a lowkey yearner and lover boy, and you truly love that about him.

“Fine, I’ll give it a shot Mr. Desperate Defenseman.”

The smile on his lips grows, his eyes shining as he lets out a relieved breath. “Thank God, because I was hyping myself up to beg some more, but you folded just as quickly as I did earlier after seeing Nolan with his hands on you.”

Kissing his lips again, you push him back, standing from his bed and helping him up off his knees. “Shut up, Dean, or I’ll take it back.”

His hand laces with yours, dragging you toward his bedroom door. He stops dead in his tracks, free hand wrapped around the knob but the burning question that’s been lingering in the air finally slips from his lips.

“So, you’ll be my girlfriend right? That’s what we meant by that?”

You smile a teasing smile. “Dean, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Uh, duh. So will you? Be my girlfriend?”

A very satisfied smile on your lips, you agree, but not without teasing him a little more as you do. “I mean… I guess, you’re not too bad looking, pretty good in bed, hot as fuck in your hockey uniform… I think I can deal with you as my boyfriend.”

“Oh fuck you.” Dean groans, unlacing your hands and slinging his arm over your shoulder.

He pulls the door open, dragging you to the stairs and stopping at the top so he can announce very loudly. “She said yes, boys! My girl is officially my girl!”