Amia
When I woke up hours later, there was a table of fruits, juice, and dinner. I reached for Levi, but found a cold empty bed. My heart dropped and I sat up quickly. Looking around the room, I found him sitting on the couch across from the fireplace. If I hadn’t known him all of my life, I wouldn’t have seen anything but him relaxing. There was nothing that gave him away, nothing except his eyebrows at least. The dip in them told me that he was thinking of something unpleasant, something that made him unhappy.
The need to touch him, comfort him had me moving. Throwing my feet off to the side of the bed, I got up and walked toward him. He turned his head and watched me as he approached. His brown eyes bore into my soul, but darkened as they lowered down my body. Following his gaze, I realized I wore nothing but his shirt that hung open at my sides. My cheeks warmed, not from embarrassment, not from shame, but from shyness. It would be pointless to be embarrassed in front of Levi now, not after everything we did earlier.
I kept my steps light and took my time as I made my way around the couch. My body cast a shadow over his features as I stood in front of the fireplace. Levi’s eyes held me in a spell as he reached forward, grabbed my hand, and leaned back in his seat. Pulling me forward, I didn’t resist and let my body do what it wanted. I crawled on top of him, my legs spread wide, my knees on both sides of him on the couch. His hands came around me and I welcomed the warmth of his body against mine as he pulled me flush against him. I could feel every dip of his muscle, every hardened bit of his body against and beneath me.
“I don’t want this day to end,” Levi whispered. The truth in his words had me wanting to lean up and take his mouth in mine.
“Hate to break it to you, but the day is over. The sun has definitely set,” I teased.
“Mm” Levi hummed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” Levi asked.
“Don’t try lying to me. It won’t work, L. I know you and I know something’s wrong,” I said.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Levi said.
“Levi..” I trailed off.
“It’s true. Nothing’s wrong. There’s just…”
“What?” I asked.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” he whispered.
“Then tell me,” I said simply.
“It isn’t that easy,” Levi sighed.
“Do I need to know?” I asked. I wanted to know, badly, but I never want him to stress about my opinion.
“Yes. You do. I should have told you a long time ago, but I… I was trying to protect you,” Levi chuckled. I tried to move back, but his grip tightened. “Don’t… don’t try to pull away from me, not right now,” he whispered.
“Whatever it is, it won’t change anything. I’ve known you since we were kids. There’s nothing you could say that would make me think less of you,” I said.
Levi’s eyes closed and he dropped his forehead to mine. I stared up at him as the silence stretched between us. I reached up and cupped his face with my hands. Opening his eyes, we stared into each other’s eyes until he took a deep breath.
“I know what you are,” Levi said. I continued staring at him as I tried to figure out what he meant. My hands began to tremble as realization dawned on me. Whatever I had been expecting him to say, that was not it. My hands dropped from his face as my brows furrowed. I shook my head and leaned back as I stared at him. His arms wrapped tightly around me, refusing to let me get away.
“And what am I?” I asked. I needed to know if we were thinking the same thing. I had to know if he knew what I was before I said anything.
“You’re a werewolf,” Levi said.
“How?” I asked.
“I’ve known for a long time. I knew something was off when I overheard our moms talking when we were kids. Something about a mate and if your mom had heard back after a Luna ceremony. I didn’t think much about it until I grew up. It was the summer before freshman year,” he said.
“When you stopped talking to me,” I whispered. He nodded. “Was it because you were disgusted with being friends with a monster?” I asked.
“No, Ami, gods no,” Levi sighed. “Things are more complicated then I can explain right now, but… it was because I was the monster, not you.”
“I’m literally a werewolf,” I laughed. “You are not a monster, Levi.”
In a flash, I was on my back spread out on the couch and Levi hovered above me, his body between my legs. My—his shirt fell open to my sides, baring me in all my nakedness to him. I gulped. I hadn’t seen him move, hadn’t felt us move, hadn’t realized anything had happened until I was on my back staring up at him. My mouth hung open. He had moved with a speed that was impossible for a human.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Ami,” he whispered.
“What… what are you?” I asked.
My best friend leaned down, his chest grazed my breasts and a gasp fell from my lips as his lips trailed over my collar bone, up over my neck, and up more until they rested by my ear. The warmth of his breath tickled and my body shivered beneath him. I just found out the boy, no, the man I’ve known since I was a pup wasn’t what I thought he was, but all I can think about is his body pressed against mine and all the delicious things he can do to me.
“I’m a vampire,” Levi whispered.