70 Friends…

Lyla

Nathan’s kiss took me completely unawares,

But it’s okay- friends kiss all the time. Especially ones that haven’t seen each other for four

years.

It was soft at first, almost as if he was hesitating, as though he needed to test the waters, to make sure he hadn’t crossed a line.

But then, the next instant, the kiss deepened. The kiss was filled with regret, pain, longing and desire that I didn’t know where it came from. But I stood still, allowing him.

His hand gently rested on the small of my back, pulling me closer. I melted into him, instinctively gripping the fabric of his shirt to anchor myself. The umbrella had been long forgotten and the rain pelted on us but Nathan didn’t seem to notice.

My heart pounded in my chest as he pulled me even closer – the kisses were becoming feverish, almost too passionate, this was not a friend’s kiss. I moved against him, protesting with my body since my mouth was pressed on his.

After a second of wriggling and trying to leave his arms, he pulled back slightly and rested his forehead on mine, both of us breathing heavily. His eyes searched mine – it was dark and filled with emotion as if he was asking questions without words.

My lips still tingled from the kiss. “I’m sorry” he whispered as his thumb brushed against my cheek, though there was no regret in his voice. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t help it.”

I nodded; I didn’t want to talk about what happened.

“Can we go to my house? The bus stop is two blocks away…

“I brought a car,” he said quietly, nodding to the Black Sedan parked at the side of the road as he picked up the discarded umbrella on the road. “C’mon, let’s go.”

My apartment was small but warm. It was love at first sight from the first day I walked into it. It was compact but cozy and big enough for me but I loved the way the rooms connected making it easier to cover the entire house in a few minutes.

My hands trembled slightly as I unlocked the door. I pushed it open and stepped inside, flipping on the lights as I motioned to Nathan to follow suit. His presence filled up my tiny space

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could tell he was conscious of his wet, dripping clothes…

But that didn’t matter now, at least to me.

I couldn’t believe he was standing here, in my apartment, after all these years.

the boyish face I was used to had been replaced with a sharp line on his jaw and a day–old stubble. His blond hair was wet with some of its strands clinging to his forehead. His clear blue eyes were inspecting the room with an unreadable expression.

myself that I wanted my

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dream was still valid. I closed the door behind me and both of us stood there for a moment, dripping wet, unsure

I finally broke the silence, fighting the tears at the back of my throat. I had wanted

back.

tightening with emotion. “You just… left me. No letters, no calls, you

towards me again, cupping my cheek. “Lyla, I didn’t abandon you. I swear, I didn’t. I was in prison for four years. I was locked

back of my hand. “Prison?” I repeated. “What are

was so desperate to find you and your sister saw me with you on the night you left Blue Ridge. When I refused to give

head in disbelief. “C- Can he even do that? And for what reason? He rejected me. He told me he

doesn’t know what he wants and he can’t keep using someone’s feelings

tell him.”

out for a hug. “I had no

time.

he pulled away, cupping my face again. “I had no way to contact you. There was simply

I nudged him playfully. “I thought you were dead or worse. I wanted to come back…

chuckled, his eyes running the length of my body. “You’ve become more woman. I left you as a 19–year–old girl but…” he trailed off, his eyes gazing at me with

“You’re beautiful.”

arms. Without another word, I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel from the rack. I

off. You’ll get sick if

still took the towel from me and started wiping the rain from

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face and

now, something that hinted at the years he had spent locked

did he let you go?”

the Lycan Leader is because of the good people in my life who still love me. I

started from the day, I met him. I don’t know, Nathan but I wish, I never came home that day. I wish I didn’t

for me but

have a spare bed, I’ll set it up for you in

old, faded pyjama set. “These were my Nanny’s. They might be a bit

his hands.

the end of the hallway. “You look like you

“Lyla, I can’t…”

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