Did you know that werewolves are real?
Did you know packs territories existed where you keep your foot?
Did you know that the idea of mates were true?
Well, Dr. Dayna Leah Wilson didn't know what was waiting for her. She has heard stories, children'...
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Chapter 8: Dayna Leah Wilson P.O.V-
His very green eyes move constantly between my comparatively plain brown eyes and my newly rouge colored lips. He comes closer and closer, and my blood sings. My skin sizzles with awareness and hair on my arm rises with anticipation.
I feel so warm and so comfortable being pressed onto the warm body behind me. His presence calms me down while simultaneously excites me. His scent of a cool forest keeps me at peace and makes me yearn for something I don't understand the gravity and desperation of. He completely overtakes my mind and my soul, as if it's getting tethered and tied to someone or something.
We fit so- I push the thought immediately out of my mind. It is no time to get comfortable I chide to myself and definitely not the place either.
I know that I can't and I must not let such thoughts invade my mind. I shouldn't ever, but I can't help but picture what it would be like if I were able do something about my emotions entangling me with the man embracing – well let's phrase it as such for the time being since reality, at the moment, is quiet unpleasant and embarrassing - me from behind.
I know that I won't do anything to ruin my 'engagement' with Elijah, even if I know that both of us didn't step into this because we wanted to. Loyalty means so much to me. What kind of person am I if I talk about all the things that I expect from my future partner if I myself is doing the opposite? I refuse to be a hypocrite. And so I refuse to dishonor my promise to Elijah.
Yet here I am, a complete hypocrite, enjoying the simple sensations that follow along every point we touch.
We are not simple standing at that uncrossable line, but twirling and dancing and blurring the lines as each second feels so much longer yet much more shorter than the last.
Our faces slowly near each other's without me noticing until were close eough to breath in each other's air. Everything in me is screaming to just fall onto Alexander and into the comfort his presence around me gives.
