The entire rest of the evening felt like a beautiful, hazy dream that I never wanted to wake up from.
After we finished eating our delicious dinner, we walked hand-in-hand through the small town square. The night air was perfectly cool, and the streetlights cast a warm, golden glow across the pavement as we strolled along the sidewalks just like any other normal, happy young couple in the world. Stone stopped at a small shop and bought me a large scoop of my favorite ice cream, watching me eat it with a look of pure, relaxed amusement on his face.
As we walked, he began to tell me long, funny stories from his life before he ever became the President of the Iron Reapers—he talked about the ridiculous trouble he used to get into as a wild teenager, the silly mistakes he made on his first m
