Butterflies
960 Words
We held each other’s glare, the room so silent as everyone's eyes were on us. I could see Amanda think about what her next step would be.
Would she turn around and lose some dignity after I finally stood u to her or would she go ahead with the fight that I would win? Even with this dress.
I put my hair up into a ponytail, signaling to her I’m ready to go if she wanted to. Dylan cleared his throat, making Amanda break eye contact with me. She smiled friendly and turned to walk away.
Her shoes clicking, echoing through the hall.
“I’m not dressed for the occasion, but I will take you up on that offer when I am, “she said, looking back.
Part of me was disappointed that I couldn’t kick her ass right , right now.
But the other part of me was happy it would happen.
I was tired of her bullying and tormenting.
I was tired of her accusations.
I was tired of her as a whole.
I was itching to let her know just how fed up I was with her.
She and her group of friends left the hall, whispering after Amanda and giving me glares every now and again as they exited the room.
I turned on my heels to face Dylan. My smile was so big, a smile filled with pride.
Pride of myself.
After the planning, Xander and I walked together to the clearing.
The walk was silent, and Xander had a big smile plastered all over his face.
When we reached the clearing, the sun started to set.
Xander took my hand and led me to a picnic blanket with pillows and some unlit candles with a nice enormous picnic basket at the foot of the blanket.
A nice cozy set up waiting for us.. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was a date.
But I shook that thought out of my head trying to not get my hopes up for something that couldn’t happen.
This realization dulled my mood a little. From pride to slight embarrassment within a couple of minutes.
Xander sat down and patted the seat beside him, signaling for me to take a seat.
When I sat down, Xander scooted in closer to me, making the gap between us smaller.
Making it harder to breathe as his faint scet was now closer than ever before.
The scent that let me know he was my mate, the scent that drove me crazy.
When I looked into his eyes, they were soft, but that smile was big and almost flirtatious. “I’m proud of you,” he said, his breath dancing across my cheek. Making my breath hitch.
“Xander” I whispered his name.
Every cell in my body wanted to kiss him right now.
But first I would have to tell him.
First, I would have to come clean.
I would have to let him decide.
His eyes were locked on my lips as I scanned his face, wishing I could stay in this moment.
“I have..” I started, but before I could finish my sentence, his lips met mine.
Small sparks ran up and down my spine, igniting goosebumps as they went along.
The kiss was slow and gentle.
I could feel the hidden passion in it.
I could feel his heart racing along with mine.
I instinctively got onto his lap, not breaking the kiss, but deepening it instead.
His hands fell onto my waist and I could feel him struggling to keep them there, wishing they could roam further.
This moment was everything I wanted, everything I needed.
But the doubts came knocking at the door again.
Slamming it down with force and infiltrating my mind.
Ruining the moment and bringing me back to my senses.
I broke the kiss and I could see Xander’s eyes filling up with questions.
I could see he was wondering what was going on.
I could see the disappointment in them.
I got off his lap and turned to the basket.
“I’m just hungry,” I said, and I could hear him chuckle softly in response.
He crept up behind me.
I could feel his chest against my back as well as the hard bulge tormenting me as I swallowed the massive lump in my throat.
I felt his breath brushing across my neck.
Making me want to continue our fun.
But I had to stay strong.
He grabbed a chocolate snack and put one in his mouth.
He grabbed another and brought it to mine.
I hesitated, looking at the delicious treat sitting so comfortably in his hands.
“I thought you said you're hungry?” he mocked, and I took the bite.
He leaned back onto the picnic blanket laying down as he looked up at the sky with a smug smile plastered all over his face.
I grabbed a water bottle, hoping it would somehow calm the feelings I was experiencing.
“I think we should save ourselves for our mate,” I said, trying to explain why i did what I did.
However, he didn’t know I was lying.
That I was too afraid of my mate.
Not because he was bad, but because of everything that came along with him.
And what would come along with me, and what that would do to us?
“sure thing Dawn.” he chuckled as he took another treat looking at me with those eyes.
Eyes that melt my heart.
Eyes that I would do anything for.
Eyes that seemed to see right through me.
Making those butterflies suddenly jump within my stomach.
How would I be able to cope with this when his birthday came along?
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