-Amy POV-
“What are you thinking?” Connor asks in my ear as I look up at the moon from the inn window. We came back to the hotel after we walked around the town. It is a cute town filled with a lot of tourists but it seems so calm.
He hugs me from behind putting his chin on my shoulder.
“Nothing really. It’s just calming.” I say.
“What, the night?”
“No, the moon.”
He chuckles. “That’s exactly how we feel when we look at it too.” He says. “You sure you’re not a werewolf?”
“I think you'd know if I was.”
He smiles and nods. “You know what you are?”
“Yeah, a witch- wait, scratch that. A demon witch.”
“No, you are... beautiful.” He says and kisses my neck.
I giggle.
"Oh, by the way. Tinsley helped me get these." I say, showing him a small rectangle box.
He looks at the
