Sierra pov.
Being with Dean has been the greatest thing that ever happened to me. His smile radiates like the sun, and whenever I'm with him, I feel my heart beating again.
We both sat on the bed, lost in an eternal kiss. I never wanted him to pull away, and the mere thought of him leaving me was unbearable.
Suddenly, his phone rang, and we reluctantly broke apart. He retrieved his phone and glanced at the screen, his face contorting with anger. He dropped the phone back onto the bed. Just as he was about to kiss me again, I halted him and looked at his phone.
"Why don't you answer the call?" I asked, and he averted his gaze, avoiding eye contact. I couldn't help but wonder who had called him to provoke such a reaction. Curiosity got the better of me, and I picked up his phone, discove
