STEPHANIE'S POV

After Dean got dressed, we walked to the supermarket to buy food supplies, before I showed him my house.

It was called "Carmel Springs Farm" for unknown reasons to me, but I didn't mind the name enough to change it. It was a small farmhouse, and I liked it. The farm it had originally stood on had been divided up and sold, or leased, as smaller farms before I had been born.

I showed Dean inside, and put the groceries down on the bench, before lighting the gas stove. The moment it ignited, I collapsed, with the weight of the memories it sparked inside my head.

Dean grabbed me, and sat on the floor with me, as I cried, and told him what had happened.

He told me that it was okay, as he dried my eyes, and I looked up at him and suddenly was aware of how close we were and how gorges he looked. I kissed him, and things just progressed from there. We were both 17year old outsiders, with almost no knowledge of contraception, foreplay, and how adult relationships work out in the world. It was stupid, spontaneous and beautiful, and I have never regretted it.