C19 Alex Stone, an Epilogue

"This feels serious," I say, applying a coat of red lipstick to match my dress.

Dean comes up behind me and slides his hands around my waist, pulling me against his chest. He drops his mouth to my neck and bare shoulders, leaving hot kisses in his wake. His lips are close to my earlobe, sending shivers up my spine. "It's not that serious."

I twist to face him, our mouths inches apart