Barely Breathing

Once we were out of sight and into the shelter of towering trees, I almost stumbled as he attacked me in an embrace, holding me tight. His body molding into mine as he buried his face onto the crook of my neck. I shivered by the contact and the gesture hit me straight through my heart. A tear formed in my eyes and I was so tempted to wrap my arms on his shoulders.

He was so vulnerable in this position. Holding me tight like his life depends on me. Like he is too afraid to let go of me.

"Xyrus..." I whispered above his ear. He shivered and held me tighter. My back arched as he pulled me closer.

"You have to let me go so we could talk." I tried but a traitorous part of me wants him to never let me go. His warmth warms my heart more than anything.

He sighed defeatedly and loosen his hold. His forehead connects with mine and I tried to pry but his eyes were closed. He took slow and even breathes before he released me fully, standing a foot away from me.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." He apologized but his actions tell a different story, of longing and pain. Like he wants to hold me again but he was restraining his self. He almost looked pained.

"So," I started, shifting from foot to foot. "We've met before huh, when we were kids, stuff like that."

A sad smile formed on his lips. His eyes were shining with joy and mischief, as If he knows me too well. "You were so fat then, a cute little ball of fat." 

"You would always cry whenever you see me though. I can't blame you, I was always a trouble to you." He continued with a chuckle.

"And what trouble do you say you were?" I asked, entertained with his story-telling of my lost childhood memories.

"A lot of sorts if you ask me." He playfully brushed his hands on my hair, holding a few strands on his fingertips, and gently cupped the side of my face, smoothing my cheeks with his thumb. "You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now."

" I gulped and tried to tore away but his eyes held me captivated. I can't even hear anything other than the loud beating of my heart

my face with both of his hands and inched closer and closer. His eyes were captivating, full of emotions that might drown me into its depths.

claimed me fully, pulling me closer. I was on fire, my skin was tingling, I felt like exploding. My knees felt weak and I gripped the front of his shirt. He groaned and deepened the kiss. And I find myself drowning in his

there I realized, I was crying all the while. Like how my tears cleared my eyes, I could see it clearly – I am in

aware of the impact of that kiss. It somehow

A memory lingers in my mind, the

it was me when you saw me

you were alive. I thought you died a long time ago. Father and I went to where your

understanding. We kept walking hand in hand

"What is it Xyrus?"

He was looking around.

owe me one wish do you remember?" He

his hand and put mine together in my

 He tucked my hair behind my ear and put his hand on my

as he pushed me behind him. Him facing

was back to being the cold Xyrus as he scanned the woods, growling as if he can see

to use my werewolf sight but I can't see

I will stop them as long as I can. You have