"I found myself wanting to be around this girl until I can no longer stand being without her."
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After Elaria's parents died and left her with her sister at the werewolf castle, they are punished for their parent's crimes. Elaria becomes a maid for...
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I've been going with the flow since Westlee and I first kissed in the woods. That was one month ago and not much has changed but with Westlee and me, a lot has changed. We were closer than before and neither of us hesitates when we want to kiss the other even though Westlee makes the first move most of the time. Some nights I'm reading in the library with him but it seems like he is never reading because his eyes are always watching me, other times he was teaching me how to play video games with Grayson, or even some nights I'm wrapped in his arms as we watched Disney movies. However, tonight we're not doing any of those things. Instead, we are laying under the stars filled with random questions.
"I don't want this question to weird you out but I guess it's something everyone wonders so...how do you about the thought of you being the queen?" Westlee asked, taking me by surprise. "Honestly, I don't think I'll hate the idea. I do want to know what it is like to live in royalty though I know it would be too much for me to handle," I admitted. "Hey," Weslee hooded his eyes as he turned to the side and placed a hand on my cheek. "Why would you think that?" He asked even though I knew he already knew. "I'm a weak maid, I'm boring and lame and stupid and-" in the middle of my mini-rant, Westlee pressed his lips to mine and I instantly feel warm and fuzzy with a hint of tingles.
"You're an amazing girl, you are strong and brave, you're beautiful, you're the most interesting person I've ever met and you're certainly not boring because I can't stand to spend time away from you," Westlee whispered. I was confused but I didn't complain about it when it felt like my heart would flutter when our hands would simply brush, or when he glances at me during work, or simple as when he would smile.
"What about you?" I asked, changing the subject. "Being king," I added so he wouldn't be confused. "I think that," he stopped to bite his bottom lip as he stared at me. "That I can't do it alone, it's a great job and if I had to, I would but not alone," he whispered. I smiled, happy with his answer, and turned back to the dark and beautiful sky.
"Tell me things about yourself, you never tell me anything," I complained as we laid together on the picnic blanket, staring up at the stars. "Elaria, I think you already know everything," he says after a couple of seconds. Suddenly, both of his hands were pressed at the sides of my head as he hovered over me, his bottom half pressed to my hips. I thought about all the possible questions until I finally landed on the one that I wanted to know the most.
"When are you leaving me?" I asked. "What?" He asked, taken by surprise. "You said that packs aren't your thing and you love to be on the move, so when are you leaving me to do that again?" I asked. I didn't want to know what I would be like without Westlee because he has certainly made my life better. Going to work without him there wouldn't be the same. I don't think I could do it. His arms bent as he leaned down to place his lips on mine, allowing the electricity to pulse through my veins and for the tingles to dance on my skin. I kiss him back, slowly and gently, afraid of nothing but losing whatever we have. His tongue slid into my mouth, taking me by surprise and making me moan. My hands raking down his clothed back. Our lips moving faster than before as our tongues fought.
"I think I'm staying here," he whispered as he pulled away only to kiss my jaw. I roll my neck so he could get better access to my neck. "I've found peace here and I think it's time I live at peace," he laughed kissing his way back to my lips that were stretched into a smile. He tugged on my bottom lip before capturing my lips again.
