enough they were pulling up near the house and the set. There was a lot of activity, as usual, but nothing out of the ordinary. Becky guessed that perhaps no one had missed her yet…or cared she was gone. She sighed, trying not to get sucked back into the doldrums just seeing the house tried to push her into.
“Go ahead and stop here,” she told Dean as they got close to the gate.
“I’ll bring you all the way to the door,” Dean told her, not liking the thought of dropping her off and letting her go back to the set on her own. Not because he thought she couldn’t do it on her own, but because he wanted to lend her moral support for what waited her inside.
“Please don’t,” Becky said. “Seriously, I’m not supposed to talk to anyone off the set, especially someone like you.” Her voice trailed off.
“Someone like me?” Dean asked, seriously wondering what she’d meant.
Becky blushed. “Yeah, someone as good looking as you.” She smiled in his direction.
Dean laughed. “I’m just a regular guy doing a good deed,” he told her.
Becky got serious again. “No, really, you aren’t just a regular guy. Most regular guys I know wouldn’t have done what you did for me today, or at least they wouldn’t have been as gentle and patient. Besides, I don’t want you to get in trouble, and it’ll just be easier if you let me out here and let me go up by myself. I’ll tell them I took a taxi home and they’ll believe it.”
“Most regular guys would have done what I did for you today, sweetheart,” Dean said earnestly. “You’ve just been hanging around the wrong kind of men.”
“Obviously,” Becky agreed softly, not looking away from him. When Dean looked inclined to continue trying to persuade her to let him bring her up to the house, she simply looked him in the eyes and said, “You need to stay here. Please.” She tried to sound firm, when she really felt anything but. “You can tell me what your brother looks like so I’ll know it’s him.” So I can try to avoid him . Becky thought to herself.
Dean sighed, pulled over to the curb and shut off the engine. He told her to stay put, got out and walked around the truck to her door and opened it. He didn’t step away when she turned sideways to slide out of the seat, but instead put both arms above his head on the door jam and leaned against the truck toward his woman. He would’ve rather put his hands on her body, but knew it was too soon for that intimate of a gesture. He tried to put into words what he felt, how serious he was about her.
“This isn’t the end for us, Becky. You might as well know this now, you might be on a reality show, but I aim to be an unofficial contestant. I’ve never felt about someone the way I feel about you, even though we’ve only just met. I want to spend more time with you and I want to get to know you. I want you to get to know me. Just please tell me you won’t forget about me while this damn show is being taped. I want a chance with you.”
Becky just looked at Dean. She thought his little speech was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to her. She cleared her throat twice before she could answer him.
“Dean, I’m not sure what to say. I…I want to get to know you too, but I’m only here for this show…I don’t live here…I—”
Dean stopped her simply by putting his finger to her lips.
“Just tell me I’m not alone in this,” he begged. Him, begging. He knew if his brother or friends could see him now they’d laugh their asses off. This moment meant more to him than anything ever had in his life. If she rejected him he wasn’t sure what he’d do.
“You’re not alone,” Becky whispered shyly.
Dean leaned down and kissed her. Softly, lightly, on the lips. For a first kiss it left a lot to be desired, but he’d take what he could get and he didn’t want to rush or scare her.
As soon as Dean’s lips touched hers, Becky wanted to sink into the kiss and never come up
“Go ahead and stop here,” she told Dean as they got close to the gate.
“I’ll bring you all the way to the door,” Dean told her, not liking the thought of dropping her off and letting her go back to the set on her own. Not because he thought she couldn’t do it on her own, but because he wanted to lend her moral support for what waited her inside.
“Please don’t,” Becky said. “Seriously, I’m not supposed to talk to anyone off the set, especially someone like you.” Her voice trailed off.
“Someone like me?” Dean asked, seriously wondering what she’d meant.
Becky blushed. “Yeah, someone as good looking as you.” She smiled in his direction.
Dean laughed. “I’m just a regular guy doing a good deed,” he told her.
Becky got serious again. “No, really, you aren’t just a regular guy. Most regular guys I know wouldn’t have done what you did for me today, or at least they wouldn’t have been as gentle and patient. Besides, I don’t want you to get in trouble, and it’ll just be easier if you let me out here and let me go up by myself. I’ll tell them I took a taxi home and they’ll believe it.”
“Most regular guys would have done what I did for you today, sweetheart,” Dean said earnestly. “You’ve just been hanging around the wrong kind of men.”
“Obviously,” Becky agreed softly, not looking away from him. When Dean looked inclined to continue trying to persuade her to let him bring her up to the house, she simply looked him in the eyes and said, “You need to stay here. Please.” She tried to sound firm, when she really felt anything but. “You can tell me what your brother looks like so I’ll know it’s him.” So I can try to avoid him . Becky thought to herself.
Dean sighed, pulled over to the curb and shut off the engine. He told her to stay put, got out and walked around the truck to her door and opened it. He didn’t step away when she turned sideways to slide out of the seat, but instead put both arms above his head on the door jam and leaned against the truck toward his woman. He would’ve rather put his hands on her body, but knew it was too soon for that intimate of a gesture. He tried to put into words what he felt, how serious he was about her.
“This isn’t the end for us, Becky. You might as well know this now, you might be on a reality show, but I aim to be an unofficial contestant. I’ve never felt about someone the way I feel about you, even though we’ve only just met. I want to spend more time with you and I want to get to know you. I want you to get to know me. Just please tell me you won’t forget about me while this damn show is being taped. I want a chance with you.”
Becky just looked at Dean. She thought his little speech was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to her. She cleared her throat twice before she could answer him.
“Dean, I’m not sure what to say. I…I want to get to know you too, but I’m only here for this show…I don’t live here…I—”
Dean stopped her simply by putting his finger to her lips.
“Just tell me I’m not alone in this,” he begged. Him, begging. He knew if his brother or friends could see him now they’d laugh their asses off. This moment meant more to him than anything ever had in his life. If she rejected him he wasn’t sure what he’d do.
“You’re not alone,” Becky whispered shyly.
Dean leaned down and kissed her. Softly, lightly, on the lips. For a first kiss it left a lot to be desired, but he’d take what he could get and he didn’t want to rush or scare her.
As soon as Dean’s lips touched hers, Becky wanted to sink into the kiss and never come up
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