Potions and Death
I lay in bed watching dawn slowly approach through the glass wall that lined the outskirts of our bedroom. Yes, our bedroom. I am officially all moved in and sleeping every night in here with my mate. I can't even believe how quickly things have changed from my normal life. It seems like just yesterday I was an only child with a mother who didn't care for me and a non existent father, and now I know why. They were never my true family, I had a family all along who really cared for me, but they weren't the one's that I grew up with. Dean's strong muscled arm was wrapped around my waist and his warm breath fanned against the back of my neck. I tried to squirm around his arm, but he only squeezed tighter. I decided to let him sleep, and closed my eyes along with him. ..........
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