It's Called Revenge

Just Him

Cindy's Point of View

I was oddly warm, a feeling I never woke up to. I felt content and at peace, for once.

I felt his eyes on me, felt his happiness radiating off of him in waves.

Slowly opening my eyes, I came face-to-face with Pierce, who was smiling softly.

I smiled back at him, blushing lightly.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his body and sending shivers through mine.

And then I noticed how close we were.

My right leg was wrapped around his waist, clinging my body tightly to his, and his arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me closely to him. My face was mere centimeters away from his, his minty breath blowing across my face. My hands were pressed to his chest, considering we were pressed against each other.

And I was only wearing one of his t shirts, leaving my legs bare.

"Good morning," I whispered, trying to prevent the blush from creeping up my neck, which was hopeless.

"Morning," He mumbled, still smiling. His brown eyes were slightly dazed as if he were in a trance.

He rubbed his nose against mine, causing me to giggle girlishly.

Rubbing noses, for wolves, was a sign of affection towards a mate or a pup. It was actually very common among our generation.

I brought my hand up, cupping his cheek in my hand. I loved how smooth his skin was, as if he had just put lotion on. I also loved how it seemed right touching him.

I began tracing the features of his face; the curve of his jaw, his lips, his cheeks, everything. He just continued to stare at me intently.

He leaned forwards suddenly, his lips coming down onto mine in a rough but passionate kiss.

I groaned, curling my fingers in his hair as he shifted our positions. Instead of being beside me, he was now on top of me-holding himself up by his arms.

I wrapped both of my legs around his waist as the kiss deepened, getting more heated by the second.

I was lost in the feelings that ran through my body, the sparks and fireworks. The flames that ignited within me.

I was so in love with this man.

And then, the door swung open, slamming against the wall with a loud force.

I gasped as Pierce broke away from me, a protective look on his face.

"Hey Pierce! Your mum is so pissed you didn't com-" The blonde British guy stopped talking when he spotted me.

Pierce growled lowly, a sign of warning. And the guys eyes widened.

"Sorry!" His voice became high in nervousness, "I should've knocked! I'll lock the door on my way out!"

The guy quickly fled the room, his eyes still wide as he shut the door, locking it in the process.

"Oh gosh," I mumbled, burying my face in my hands, "That was embarrassing."

Pierce chuckled as he laid back down besides me, his warm hands gripping my waist as he pulled me on top of him.

I giggled, staring down at him.

He smirked and kissed me softly, his hands trailing up my waist.

And yet again, the door flew open, this time nearly flying off of it's hinges.