His Mate - 25. Genelia's Painful Past

Genelia's POV

I stare into his eyes. I get lost into his green orbs. What is going on? How will Oliver react when he finds out? Will he kill Dean? Me? Our child? I begin to panic.

Dean notices, "What's wrong?"

I look at the ground as tears invade my eyes. I can't cry in front of him. "Nothing." I mutter.

I get the feeling he doesn't believe me, but he doesn't try bringing it up anymore.

"Where are you from?" He wonders.

"I was born in New Hampshire, you?" I reply.

"I've lived in Jackson my whole life." Dean answers.

"That's nice. It's lovely here." I whisper.

"Yeah, it is. Especially in spring when all of our flowers blossom, it looks really beautiful."

I don't react. Dean keeps looking at me, my eyes are fixed on the ground.

"How do you know Samantha?" He continues to quiz me.

"We grew up together." I sort of smile looking bad at the memories.

"So, you're also seventeen?" I nod. <