Elle pinched herself every day, wondering if it was all real. Her last first day of school had ended up being the worst day of her life. Or so I thought. She now realized it had turned out to be the best day in her existence because, if she had never witnessed the murder, then Nero would have never been forced to talk to her in the first place. I would have never gotten my happily ever after.
Brring.
For the first time ever, that was music to her ears. I am free. Free at last.
Nero and Elle smiled at each other as everyone ran out of the art room, screaming. Nero stood and took Elle’s hand, helping her stand up.
“Where are we going?” Elle laughed as he started dragging her.
Nero led her towards the back of the room and opened the art supply closet before pushing her in. “It’s the last time I’ll get this chance, and I have been fantasizing about this ever since I brought you in here the first time.”
Elle tried to stop Nero from closing the door. “Nero, we can’t—”
Nero shoved her back against the door and planted his mouth on hers. She lost all sense as Nero thrust his tongue deep in her mouth. She opened wider for him and rose to her toes.
Nero began unbuttoning her red and white plaid shirt. He pulled it down her shoulders, making it drop to the floor. His eyes then fell down her body to her pink, lacey, push-up bra and blue jean shorts.
Elle’s chest began to rise and fall heavily as she looked up at her hungry wolf’s emerald gaze. I fucking love him.
Nero’s gaze returned to her big, blue eyes. “Pick it up.”