**Elie's POV**
I can't quite explain what overtook me in that moment, but as if drawn by an invisible thread, I leaned in and kissed him. To my surprise, he kissed me back, the warmth of his lips igniting a whirlwind of emotions I never expected to feel.
This was it—my first kiss—given to the boy who populated my daydreams. It felt surreal, as if I had floated into another dimension where the world around us melted away. In what seemed like two blissful hours but was really just a brief two minutes, our lips danced together until reality crashed back in.
Suddenly, I was acutely aware of the stares piercing us from all directions.
“Elie, OMG! You just kissed him right in front of everyone! OMG, Elie!” Kay squealed, her voice ringing in my ears like a shrill alarm.
“Shhh, Kay! I know it’s not my finest moment,” I whispered, placing a finger gently on her lips to calm her frenetic energy.
Just then, I heard a low growl—a sound that seemed to rumble from deep within Christopher. My heart skipped a beat. Had he really just ... growled? I recalled hearing it during the kiss, but surely that was just my imagination playing tricks on me. A light laugh bubbled up inside me at the absurdity of it all. Cloud nine may be messing with my senses, I thought.
“Kay, this is Christopher,” I said, my voice steady despite the tempest of thoughts swirling in my mind.
“Christopher, this is Kay, my best friend,” I introduced, expecting the usual friendly exchange.
“Hi,” they both managed, the interaction steeped in an awkwardness that made the air thick.
Trying to overlook the tension that hung between them, I focused on Christopher. There was something about his eyes—suddenly transformed to a deep, dark green, as if a storm of emotions brewed beneath the surface. I sensed anger, jealousy, or maybe something more primal, directed at my new best friend.
Why did I find that intriguing? Why was I not terrified? Was it the allure of fire and desire calling to me from within, igniting my youthful curiosity?
But did I even know what that felt like at just fifteen, standing on the precipice of high school life?
Shaking off my swirling thoughts, I turned to Christopher, my heart fluttering. “Christopher,” I asked, my voice a mix of hope and uncertainty, “do you want to have lunch with us? Maybe walk with us after school or sit with us in class if our schedules match?”
I half-expected him to decline, but his reply was swift, confident. “I’ve already decided that I will follow you everywhere from now on.”
The air escaped my lungs in a gasp as disbelief washed over me.
And then, with a playful smirk that ignited my thoughts all over again, he made it clear that this was just the beginning.
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The Boy In Her Dream
Werewolf"Mom, Dad, I am scared, cried Elie. "Beta Elisa, we need to complete the ritual to cloak her wolf; we don't have enough time," said Penelope. "I know, babe, just close your eyes and all the pain will go away, and just remember that mommy and daddy l...
