Sweet Evil Fangs

ic about life. This sense of well-being, however, was immediately shattered when he sudden

you, N

it hidden, afraid of ruining our friendship. We'd been hanging out for the p

u don't like me. I do

you too,

in shock. I nodded and ga

es

s nervous, unsure how the day would go. Yet, every time I looked into his strong eyes-those captivating eyes that could make

tha

ust the two of us. When he looked my way, his jaw dropped,

silent, simply looking at the floor. I felt him gently to

cared. I'll

entire system. I could feel our souls igniting. I gasped, breathing intensely as he slowly guided me onto the bed. I wrappe

ce to meet my gaze. He offered a slow, sexy smi

you r

s as excited as I was, but I worried about getting pregnant. He must have read my mind

rts at first, but t

air on my skin. I swallowed quietly, bringing my gaze to his lower body. I

. When he was satisfied, he rubbed it against my entrance. I closed my eyes tightly

s my attention: on the painful discomfort in my core from his size, or on the

t me, N

is. His lips were parted, and his face was flushed. Though

control. I

nd faster, making my insides flip. I groaned like a madwoman, nearly shouting for him to slow down, but he didn't lis

to me. We were both breathing intensely, as if

ove

first time I'd ever heard it from someone. I bit my lip as tears began to wel

deep baritone voice was laced with concern

d, smiling thr

sn't been a single day that made me upset. Deciding to give this a chance was the best decision I'v

ed my eyes, feeling our hearts beat in sync. We remained like that for sever

first. He wanted me to come, but I insisted he have quality time with them alone. We hadn'

ing Nathan, I'd become more conscious of my appearance. It wasn't that he pressured me to change-he loved me

be busy and finally drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I excitedly opened my phone, hoping for a morning message,

I kept checking my phone, but to no avail. I sigh

t of me. I was so distracted that when the teacher called m

I began to worry. I planned to go to his house, but I had my night s

s? M

in front of my face. I saw a client with her arms

n at her items. "That wou

eaving, she pointed two fingers a

to your job. Your manage

myself in frustration. I needed to get a grip. I knew the reason my brain

blurred. I shook away the forming tears. It had been days since I last saw him. The last tim

e to be found for days. The school organization is taking

an's face flashed on the news screen with the giant word "MISSING", along with our school's background.

t be happening. My b

days. Some reporters found out about me, but I ignored their questions, weeping every night thinking of

w what to think or feel anymore. I stared at my phone, hoping for an answer from him, even

uld try going to school. It m

ugged her tightly before forcing myself to do something. This wasn't the lif

t my bottom lip, trying my best not to cry as memories with Nathan flooded my en

something caught my eye when a familiar figure walked past me. I slowly looke

nat

as a