#Chapter18

It was a cool autumn night, the wind blowing on our faces as we walked down a vacant street. This late at night, it felt like we were the only people in town. I liked the peacefulness of it. Hot chocolate in our hands, our other hands intertwined and swinging with each step we took.

I leaned into Dean's side, his body-heat radiating onto me.

"I suggest a turtle or something." Dean cocked his head towards me, grinning. "A dog is so cliched. Although, maybe we could get both."

"A turtle." I hummed. "That's not a bad idea-but can you buy sea horses here?"

Dean let out a breathy...