Dean moved closer to listen to her words. He couldn't understand he just felt her pain and knew he had to show her he was and would be a better man for her. He sat with her in his bedroom to keep her company. She didn't speak again and it seemed his company soothed her.

He wanted nothing but to comfort her but he had never comforted anyone with his words or actions. His mother and father passed away so long ago he was then brought up by his grandfather who was strict and taught him to be a man. For that he was thankful, he had the means to look after and support her on her journey.

He didn't want to do it for her as he knew she wanted to rise up herself but he would stand behind her to support he should she need it. The world was cruel and they had both felt that cruel reality in their past life together as they died in blistering flames and ash.

He was inherently thankful now for this second chance and not only life but love. He wanted no needed her, she brought out the best in him. She made him confident, fierce and proud to be her man. Together they were stronger, united together he was sure they would be unstoppable against their many enemies.

He played with her silky ebony locks as she slept. Sighing in contentment he then got up and went to the bathroom, he stripped and turned on the shower. Once the water was warm enough he entered the water. He let the water run down his strong chest as he washed his body.

The water relaxed his sculpted torso and ran down his mermaid line. He washed his hair, as he did he thought of his little angel laying in his bed. Rinsing his hair he looked down and sighed at the state he was in he glanced at the door where she was only a few meters away then he turned back to the shower and hit the cold water.

The cold water cooled down his desire and woke his mind to think of the morning fun he would have. Should he tease her a bit he thought? A smile graced his lips. After a while, he turned off the shower and got out to dry his body. He sighed as looked around the bathroom, he forgot his loungewear.

He wrapped a towel loosely around his mermaid line, showing off his long strong legs and powerful body. He looked down and smirked if April woke now he was sure she would probably have a heart attack.

He opened the door and walked stealthily to his closet, he didn't want to wake April up. Though he would love to see what she thought of his body again as the last time she had seen it she seemed impressed, he smiled again. He was glad all his hard work in the morning could make her blush. That's all he wanted to give her endless bliss and butterfly's, she deserved them.

Dean took out a black t-shirt and black lounge trousers, he put them on and discarded his towel. He thought of tomorrow and smiled so he took out a large long sleeved black t-shirt. Walking back into his bedroom he looked at the peaceful April as she slept soundly. He left the t-shirt at the bottom of the bed.

She had now used one of his pillows to hug against her body. He kissed her forehead like he had done that first night in their past life and vowed to himself that he would not let her go again. Hopefully, soon she would lie in his embrace but for now he walked out of the bedroom and lay on his couch and closed his eyes.

The sun streamed through Deans bedroom windows, the light shone through and woke April. April turned her back to the unwelcomed sunshine and threw the covers over her head. As she started to wake, her thoughts made her stir. As she was burrito'd up in what she thought was her duvet, she smelt the masculine leather cologne. 

Her eyes snapped open and she sat up, her hair a mess and her hangover truly started to set in. She scanned the room, thinking about last night she sighed. She felt silly for giving those feelings from the past any thought in this lifetime. Though she allowed herself to feel lonely she wouldn't miss those who wouldn't miss her or think of her.

Last night she was out with Michael so she had thought he had brought her to his home. She felt relief, he was such a good friend to look after her to this extent. She looked around the bedroom, it was mostly dark walls and furniture, it didn't seem like Michael would live here. He was all bright and light, maybe his tastes were different than she thought.

She then noticed the t-shirt at the bottom of the bed and a bathroom just opposite the bed. A shower would be great right about now, she wanted to wash off yesterday and the alcohol smell. She got up and felt her head a little bit wobbly, with her legs now on the ground she looked over and saw the water and headache tablets.

Again Micheal was so thoughtful, this was her first taste of a hangover and she didn't enjoy the feeling. April took the water and tablets, she swallowed the tablets and gulped down the water. Nearly finishing the entire bottle in one go, the water refreshed her throat and quenched her thirst.

April walked to the end of the bed and grabbed the long sleeved black t-shirt before she entered the bathroom. The bathroom was tiled and was open plan, it had a double washbasin and a very large all-glass shower. She fiddled with the taps and turned it on. It was a rain shower and as she waited for it to heat up she stripped off and folded yesterdays clothes.