Lust

Rosaline's POV

Everyone left. Leaving me alone with Xavier. I remember now, I remember everything, Xavier the boy I had adored and loved as a child, even though of the 8-year difference, however as werewolves it doesn't matter. Our parents always hoped we would be mates, due to the attraction we had towards each other, even though it was completely pure childhood friendship.

"X-Xavier." I say looking up at him. He had already been looking at me.

Xavier didn't say anything, he picked me up, my legs wrapping around him. He hugs me tightly. "I thought it was you, when I first saw you" he says burying his face into my neck, breathing in my scent. "But I wasn't sure, your name threw me off." he looks at me

I blush hard, "I'm sorry I didn't remember you. Xavier, I can't believe I forgot who you were." I said to him,

"Little one, your memory wasn't your fault, so no need to say sorry." he says to me, I noticed that he was staring at my lips. Screw it, I'm going to take my chance.

I leaned in