Wolves of the Dark Moon

Livie’s POV

I suddenly fell conscious of myself sitting next to him. He unconsciously (purposely, maybe!) wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me to him. My shoulder is tucked under his arm as he lifts my chin to look at him. He slowly leaves a feather-like kiss on my lips, making me feel like I was melting. "I've been waiting all morning and afternoon to kiss you again," he whispers, his lips grazing mine and filling me with electricity. "I... M-1, me too." I utter, making his lips pull into a smile.

"Now, we haven't had much time to get to know each other. How are you? Did my sister treat you well?" he says, but all I can focus on is the sweet movement of his lips. The sparkle in his ocean-blue eyes and that intoxicating aroma. He smells so good it makes me feel like nirvana.

"Uhhuh," I say, making him chuckle. His Adam's apple is playing up and down his throat with every chuckle, and I can't help but stare at it like a dummy. He slowly leans, leaving another feather-like ki