Chapter 291

(Annabel POV)

It was one of those nights where we had been curled up on the bed together; Dean was stretched out with his head laying against the arm and I was laying on top of him and slightly to the side with my head resting on his chest. The television was on with an old movie that we were half paying attention to. But honestly, all I could really remember was the feeling of his fingers toying in my hair and the completeness I felt laying in his arms.

When he started nibbling on my neck, I couldn't help but giggle and wiggle against him right up until he whispered for me to go get a stick of butter from the refrigerator. I laughed and glanced up at him from where I was laying in his arms, knowing my eyes must have been full of unspoken questions.

"Butter?" I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly. But all he did was nod silently and release me.

There was a myriad of questions that popped instantly into my mind: Does he eat butter raw? Is he going to rub