▪︎THE LUNA▪︎Book 1

Chapter thirty

Hayley's POV

A few months later...

His finger tips brush against mine and immediately, tingles erupt throughout my skin and everything underneath like needles and pins prickling my every nerve in an unexplainable, yet enjoyable sensation . I raise my head slight and turn to my left while propping a percentage of my weight on my elbows. "Don't do that." I whine at him and push my sunglasses away from my eyes to look at him properly.

"You mean this." He flips to his side and touches my bare arm on purpose, like the last seven times. I playfully growl at him to which he responds to with one of his now infamous wicked grins. Uh oh... Not again. His grin turns into a smirk as I begin to slightly cower away from him and onto the grass, leaving him alone on the blanket. "Uh oh indeed," he leans in close to my mark, at the nape of my neck. "My love." He says the last part in a British accent before he begins to tickle me endlessly.

Giggle after giggle, I feel my self loose even more breath involuntarily. My meaningless pleads for him to stop lessen as his fingers slowly decrease in motion. He's now laying on top of me, both arms propped beside my head, supporting his weight as he stares at me adoringly. The late summer afternoon sun casts aglow on his beautiful form, making him look much happier and younger from when we first met. My smile morphs into a dazed expression as I study every feature on his face carefully. His slightly overgrown hair hangs loosely from his head and brushes my brows slightly. His dimple stands to attention, one that I never knew existed until now. Huh, I guess that's one more thing we have in common. As if it wasn't enough already, he ended up growing two inches taller, making him 6 ft 3 while I remain in my short 5 ft 4 stage. Mother did say once that the women in her side of the family matured in height fully at the age of nineteen, leaving me with precisely two months to grow to my desired height. It's pretty impossible but hey, who says I can't be a 5 ft 10 model in my dreams.

Christopher leans in and brushes his lips on my mark, his newly found favorite body part of mine and whispers. "Had enough?" His voice drops an octave as he leaves a feathered kiss on the spot. I whimper in response as he pulls away to look at me. His hand raises and brushes one of my stray hairs away from my forehead and trails down, all the way a across jaw and onto my chin. "You're so beautiful." His eyes slowly turn to a really dark shade of brown, could probably be seen as black from far. "Stop being so cheesy." I slap his shoulder playfully and stare back at him.

I lean in slightly and brush my lips against his and watch closely as his eyes slowly start to shut. My fingers begin to trace each and every single definition on his cheeks. He is so perfect that it could kill me. "Any day now, Hayley." He hums silently but his eyes remain closed. "Don't rush me, art takes time." My fingers move to stroke his hair. "Art, huh?" He asks amused at my choice of words. "Yes art. You are my canvas so, hush up and let me complete my masterpiece."

His smile widens as he silently whispers. "Like it wasn't already." I playfully roll my eyes but nonetheless start to lean in further more. At the connection of our lips, my body starts to feel lighter and instantly, all the care I have in the world starts to slip away. Nothing else matters right now except for him, my other half, the missing puzzle piece to my heart, my elixir to the painful reality I'll eventually have to face.

His hand brushes the skin on my neck, maneuvering around my mark on purpose. My toes curl on the grass even more as he growls seductively. I blush even harder as I can hear his not so child appropriate thoughts pop from his mind and into mine. We haven't fully mated, not completely that is. He marked me on the night of the homecoming dance. Though it wasn't too long ago, little snippets of flashbacks of that night are more than enough to drive me insane from the euphoric emotions only he can derive from me. Things would've gone further but I wanted to take them slow to which he agreed to. We spent the rest of the night cuddling while watching different series marathons before eventually blacking out.