Werewolf Stories

Out of my mind.

He kept staring at me. Keeping his eyes locked on me. His breathing stops for a second when he noticed I am looking back, directly in his eyes.

Nobody knows that we see each other. Nobody cares. Until they are curious. We are living in our silenced world. Thinking about others, wanting to be like them.

My thoughts are only thinking about him. Him and him only. His eyes, his smile, his posture and of course about how he talks. Where can I think about if he is stuck on my mind?

We broke our eye contact. The world sped up again, playing the same song over and over again. It repeats itself every time because it wants you to dance different each time.

When I blink my eyes I look fast at him. Seeing him stand with his friends. Looking at my phone, reading old messages. Not having something else to do.

Nervously tapping with my feet. Hoping he thinks about me too. Will he look at me again? How should I stand? Face sideways or maybe facing the other direction?

Will there be a situation where we are going to talk? Discussing about some random subject. Without realizing I stared at him. I don't know for how long but he looked directly at me.

His expression didn't change a bit. Our eye contact was broken quickly after someone noticed he was staring at a direction. Me. My eyes were all over the place but of course not with him.

So..... that moment was petty awkward if you would ask me. Glaring at each other, not listening to the conversation of our friends. Trying to act as normal as possible.

Well, that failed for sure. "Are you okay?" Someone asked. Nodding like a mad man, blushing like a tomato. I stood up and walked to the toilets.

Feeling his eyes burning agains my back, trying to walk slowly but not too slow! Walking too fast is also unacceptable.

Finally I stood before the mirror. I dreamt about him yesterday... I sat next to him on the couch, asking if I could have a blanket. He shared his blanket with me.

We didn't talk after that. We moved closer to each other, having all the time of the world. Sometimes smiling and looking at how our bodies moved to another.

We didn't kiss or something like that. Just holding hands and snuggle in the warm blanket. I don't know what I fell there, I would be very happy if that happened in real life.

After staring at the mirror for I don't how long, my heart was beating at his highest. Damn... I really love him. Well, is it love? Maybe I just like him. I guess I will never find out.

I open the tap, letting cold water run free. Why does he makes everything so terrible difficult?! Making a bowl of my hands, I let water slide into my hands. Eventually letting it splash onto my face.

'You're my mate.' As fast as I could: I stood straight, staring at the mirror. No words to fill my mouth, watching him stand behind me. 'W-What are you doing here? Wait, mate?'

He let a smile slip from his, gorgeous, lips. As he walked towards me, I slowly turned around to look him directly in the eyes. 'Your smell, your...smile,' He says while breathing very closely. ',everything what has to do with you.'

'I-I can't.' Making a distance between us with my hands. It isn't right. 'I don't know why, but something tells me to say no.' That's the point where I couldn't follow it anymore.

An amazing feeling spread through me, my hands running through his hair. My legs around his waist, his hands searching over my body. Our lips, touching each other. Very loving but rough at the same time. But it feels so good.

We take a break to catch our breathes. 'My mate.' He growls while he kisses me from my mouth to my neck. A sound, escaped my mouth, a very weird sound. He laughs very soft, but repeats his actions again.

Causing me to release that sound again. Stop. 'Stop.' He looks at my with lust in his eyes. Get out of there! Without thinking twice, I get out of our hug. I don't want to leave.

'I have dreamt about you... I always think about you... I want to see you as much as I can... I want to be with you more...' Get out of there! 'What's wrong with me?' My eyes get filled with tears.

'Nothing. It's called love. Nobody can deal with that kind of stuff. Very dangerous... but worth trying. As long as it feels good in the heart,' he pauses and walks up to me. ',listen to your heart, not your head.'

He puts his hands on my cheeks while kissing me on my head. 'It feels like we have always been like this. Weird.' Without our thoughts, we hug each other. Letting time pass...

Why does he smell like a dog?