I Saw Him First Icarly Novels & Stories

I was slightly embarrassed and didn't know what he would think about him being my first. “Hey…” gently grasping my chin, he turned to look at him. “It's okay. It's nothing to be embarrassed about.” “Really?” “Yes.” Then a slow, devilish smile crept up his face. “If anything, it actually boosts my ego knowing that I'll be the first to ever be inside Elias Carter.” “Shut up.” I said, swatting his chest. Elias Carter. The way he said it made my cock instantly harden against his stomach.

I forced a swallow past the lump rising in my throat. Of course, I knew him. I remembered the first time I saw him like it was etched into the walls of my mind. I had just started tagging along with Mom to the resort, clutching a rag and a spray bottle, wide-eyed and nervous. He was walking down the boardwalk with two friends, his laughter carried by the sea breeze. Tall. Effortless. Golden in the sun. He didn't see me, of course. But I saw him. And from that day on, he lived in my thoughts, too often, too vividly.

Staring at her made me felt like I was staring at the mirror, staring at my own eyes. I tilted my head in his direction when I realized something. “Kid? What do you mean?” “I met you at the orphanage back then. You were like five something. You looked like your mom when she was little and until now.” He brought out a picture of me when I was five. I didn’t know that he took a picture of me. I couldn’t even remember that day. My childhood memories aren’t worth remembering anyway. “Everytime we met all you talk about was unicorns and rainbows.” He smiles looking ahead reminiscing the past.

I placed the bowl of ice cream gently on my nightstand before curling under the sheets. I closed my eyes, ready to let the day slip away— But then, out of nowhere, strong arms wrapped around me. “What the—?” I squealed, startled. “Calm down, it's me” Icarus murmured, his voice low against my ear. "Icarus," I breathed, turning in his embrace. My heart still thundered in my chest. His grey eyes met mine—warm, steady, unblinking.

You know I haven't had a friend since I was a kid," I promised and sighed. "I don't know what it's like to have a friend, but when I went to high school for the first time someone talked to me." I added while remembering. the past. "Hi!" I removed the earphones from my ears before raising my head to see who was interrupting me. at first I thought it was a ghost but when I saw his lifemark I gasped. here we are again.

It was tall and strong enough to lift me up like a very light thing. He let go of me in a chair. He knelt in front of me and wiped away my tears, "stop crying, you're safe now," he said softly. I stop crying and look him in the eyes. "Who are you?" I will ask. He charmingly smiles and introduces himself. “I’m Xyrus Iris Santos, you can call me Six.”

“Now look carefully and tell me what you think?” I stared at the pictures just as she wanted me to. The first person I noticed was a man. I can't tell who he was because he looked kind of familiar. Then the second person I recognize as alpha Logan. Though I've only seen him once, that doesn't mean I wouldn't recognize him when I get to see him again.

" I don't even know why but I just caught myself staring at him. Why do it feels like I just saw Carlo in him? He suddenly smiled at me. "Come on."

He stared a moment, his face illuminated by the moon which sat high in the sky. “I’ll get you ice.” He shifted as he sat up. He took large steps towards the door and disappeared. I wasn’t sure when he came in the room. I wasn’t sure how long he had been there. I wasn’t sure what Terry and Emett thought, and at this moment I didn’t care what Damon would think. I was just happy that Justin was here. He would never leave me. I could feel it in my heart. How many of my friends thought I was crazy right now, probably somewhere talking about me at this very moment? Justin returned shortly, handing me a towel filled with a couple of ice cubes. I sat up, putting it to my face. Justin stared ahead, a

he introduced himself and extended his hand. I shook his big and warm hand as I said, “Nice to meet you Garret, I should probably get back to work,” I chimed and then got back to work. Just as I turned around, I caught him grinning lopsidedly, with the corner of my eye. Who is this guy? And why does he seem so familiar even though I have seen him for the first time?