For the next two weeks, Dean had been the prime example of what a doting boyfriend should be. Each morning sending her texts wishing her a good day that would be infiltrated by his presence with a sweet kiss and tender embrace would then fade into night, where they would bond over demonic revelations and make inside jokes. They had managed to learn everything important about one another through these fourteen days which were spent nearly inseparable. Yet, it wasn’t experienced with an overwhelming sense of passion or lust; which was somewhat refreshing to the intensity of her time with Tate. However, she couldn’t help but question if perhaps that had been her sense of hesitancy; a lack of burning desire that only seemed present in her thoughts with Tate. Which is why on the night prior to
