“Oh, you’ve done it now!” He roared and ran towards me.

I tried to get away, but the water slowed me down and I started to fall, but then Dean was there, swinging me around in his arms. Our laughter rang in the air as he spun me around and around.

Kicking my legs, I cried, “Put me down! You’re making me dizzy!”

He did just that and I dropped into the water, getting soaked. It wasn’t very deep where we were, but since I fell I ended up wet all over. I got some satisfaction though, seeing as the water that splashed up covered Dean so he was even more wet than before.

Dean held his stomach and laughed boisterously at the sight of me lying in the water looking like a wet dog. A piece of my hair was stuck to my forehead and I grabbed it, tucking it away.

“Sorry, that was mean,” he tried to apologize, but the words were useless when he couldn’t hide his grin. “Here, let me help you up.” He held out his hand to me.

I took his offered hand, and unable to resist I gave a harsh pull yanking him forward.

He let out a groan before tumbling into the water beside me. He fell face first and rolled over onto his side in the knee-deep water. He shook his head, sending water droplets flying.

I pressed my lips together, trying to hold in my laughter.

“Well,” Dean began, bending his knees and resting his hands on his wet jeans, “I should’ve changed.”

Those words were my undoing and I dissolved into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, the kind that had you clutching your stomach.

“We’re quite a mess, you and I, aren’t we?” He smiled crookedly.

“The messiest,” I agreed. Lifting my hands in the air, I said, “At least we have fun.”

He nodded his head in agreement and his hand came up to cup my chin. He tilted my head up to his and lowered his lips to mine. The kiss was slow, and sweet, and absolutely perfect.

“You’re crazy,” he whispered against my lips.

“And you’re a dork,” I added, and he cracked a grin.

“But I love you.” He nuzzled my neck.

I reached up and my fingers tangled into his wet hair. “And I love you.”

Dean

On the twelfth day of our Epic Road Trip we arrived at the Grand Canyon.

Willow was bouncing in her seat in anticipation.

I parked the car and she was out the door before I could blink.

She was a big ball of excitement today. I hurried out of the car and rushed after her, hoping to catch up to her before she could do something stupid.

“Dean! Hurry up!” She called after me, not slowing. Her blonde hair whipped around her shoulders and her blue eyes were light and happy.

When I caught up to her, I twisted my thumbs into the front loops of her jean shorts and pulled her against me. She tilted her head back and smiled up at me. The sun danced across her cheeks, bringing to life the dusting of freckles across her face and nose.

Her happiness was infectious and I found my own lips lifting into a grin.

She stood on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to my stubbled jaw.

“This is beautiful,” she beamed, gazing around at the canyon.

“It is,” I agreed, but my eyes only saw her.

I followed her to the very edge, as far as we were allowed to go, and we gazed out at the natural wonder below and all around us.

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