“I’m tired, but I still want to play!”
Using my finger, I pointed to a stall in the distance.
There is a gun here with only fake ammunition, and all you have to do is shoot the balloons that are glued to the nearby board to complete the mission. They will give you a minute, and the higher the number of balloons you have, the greater the prize you will be entitled to.
However, once you have completed all the objectives, you will have the option to select the award of your choice.
I want something to grab on before we head home.
I dragged him to the stall and greeted him with a wide smile.
"Babe, I'm dying to get my hands on that big bear! Please take care of that for me, okay?" I somewhat pouted.
"Okay! Just stay away from me, and just watch. I’ll take care of that!”
When I smiled at him, it caused him to relax and have his cool.
"All right!" He said and walked straight towards the male guard stationed there.
He was so good and not long after, he approached me with the teddy bear on his arm. He handed it to me and I hugged it.
"Thank you so much!" Because of his win, I was able to say this while holding a giant teddy bear.
Hours passed, and when we got tired, we started walking towards the car. The only thing in my hand was a stick of cotton candy, and Brandon was holding a can of soda in his hand.
"Do you think we're going home now?" I asked as I was sitting in the car.
"No," Brandon clarified.
"In that case, where are we going?" I asked, I faced him waiting for his answer.
"We'll take a walk on the beach, then we'll sit on the top of the cliff and watch the sunset."
"How far is the beach?" I asked.
"It's not too far. Wait a minute, we’re close," Brandon said, pointing to the front window.
The car stopped, and I opened the door to enter the beach boardwalk. I took off my shoes and threw them in the car. Brandon took my hand and led me to the cold sand.
"Are you aware that the Full Moon is near?" Brandon asked.
I nodded.
“On that note, what are you doing in Full Moon?" I inquired, feeling stupid, okay, okay, I feel really foolish for asking.
"We will run, hunt-" Then he laughed.
I stopped.
"Hunt ?!" I screamed.
"Yeah.” He was still laughing.
"For example, eating animal skin and-" then he cut off my words.
"Yes," he laughed, "but you'll enjoy it."
"I think I'm going to vomit if that’s the case," I gasped.
He gave a laugh.
"And I'm getting hairy and all that?" I asked as I continued to walk.
"Sure."
"And what happens if I get disoriented while hunting?" I asked.
"Don't worry. You can always talk to me in your mind or howl. It's referred to as the Mate Howl," he said.
"Oh, and-" I was to ask again.
"You know, you ask too many questions," he observed.
"I'm aware, and... Do we – just never mind," I blushed as I whispered.
"What, inform me," Brandon said, squeezing my hand slightly.
"No, it’s embarrassing," I whispered as I bowed my head.
"Just say it."
"All right, you know... Do we undress and get naked when we transform into werewolves?" I asked, my head bowed.
He laughed. "True. You’ll be undressed when you transform and be naked.”
"Oh," I whispered softly. Brandon smiled.
"Oh, and when will a werewolf be able to fully hear each other?" I will ask.
"When they're legally married,” he said.
"Like when they bite each other?"
"You want me to demonstrate?" He grinned.
He lowered his head to my neck and started kissing it before I could answer. He bit the back of my neck and collarbone.
My cheeks turned red. My heart beats fast and my breathing quickened.
"Brandon! Stop it! I don't want to be mated yet," I said, forcing and pushing him away from me.
Brandon kissed my jaw and throat one last time before retracing his steps.
He smirked, "Shania, that was merely a demonstration, but mating goes much deeper and you have a peach and orange scent."
I felt that my cheeks blushed more on his last words.
He knelt down to smell me.
"Whoa, you're blushing," he observed, laughing. I just want to hide my face but what can I do?
He took my hand and continued walking. Then he stopped and pinched my cheeks with his fingers.
"And your cheeks are toasty," he added with a laugh.
I hit him softly.
"I'm serious. You smell peach and orange," he said, "and only their partners can detect the strength of their scent."
"I am aware, but you are not required to sniff me!" I shouted.
"What do I smell?" Brandon asked with a smile.
“I’m not sure,” I replied.
"You know, just tell me," Brandon said.
"I won’t," I said again.
Brandon stopped and hugged me tightly.
"What are you doing now?"
I laughed. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I get dizzy with Brandon’s scent and my ego grows.
"All right," I said as I opened my eyes, "you smell like shampoo and cologne."
We have already started our climb.
I didn’t feel like it was a long climb for us, at times we would stop and pause and Brandon would look at me and I would smile back at him.
"Are we close?" I asked.
"We’re close. We’re about to reach the end of this ravine," he simply said.
We continued climbing until we reached the edge of the ravine.
"It's nice up here," I said smiling. That was my statement.
Brandon pulled me into a chair next to him.
"It's lovely, isn't it?" I sat down next to him.
"Yes it is. When did you get to this place?" I rested my head on his shoulder.
"I'm not sure. I'm just here celebrating my middle school graduation with my friends. Here we do BBQ. After that, I became aware of how lovely this location was," he said.
"It's a beautiful place. I always look forward to the opportunity to watch the sunset with someone,” I explained.
"I'm always available to accompany you at sunset.”
I smiled as I lifted my head. "Sincerely, this is a location we should go to."
Brandon smiled and touched my shoulder with his right arm. He lifted his head in my direction.
I detected the scent of his cologne and shampoo. At sunset, I saw Brandon's appearance.
His green eyes have blonde and gray color, his hair and eyelashes seemed golden, his skin seemed glowing, and I examined his lips.
They are full of life and like the color of a rose. I think I want to kiss those lips.
I could feel my heart beat and it was waiting for what would happen, and I could hear the blood flowing near my ear. My wolf smiled at me, and my cheek blushed lightly.
I was forced to kiss him this time.
I bent slightly, our lips were just an inch from each other. I slightly shifted my gaze out to Brandon's jaw, and I felt my wolf jump inside.
Brandon closed his eyes this time, and our lips touched.
I’m not sure how I felt or how it felt.
I don’t know how to describe it, but it was like a flower that had finally bloomed and a bird had finally had the ability to fly.
I could feel the sparks from my lips and the tickle in my shoulders and waist as Brandon gripped me.
He opened his lips slightly, and I moved my lip to his.
This is the first time I have ever kissed someone. The first kiss I ever experienced. Brandon was there. He’s my first kiss.
I have no idea what a kiss is, and I know that even if I do, I will probably find it, but now that I have kissed someone, I understand why everyone admires having their first kiss at a young age.
This was the perfect first kiss I ever experienced.
Kissing someone as the sun goes down and kissing someone after a day full of memories. This day is so special.
This is the kiss I never thought existed, but it is happening.
The euphoric sensation is indescribable. I was thrilled with excitement, I said to myself.
The next day, I woke up to the sunlight hitting my face. I immediately got up and did my morning routine.
I took a shower and got dressed.
The dress only covers a sliver of my shoulders and cascades down to a pleated cowl neckline. It’s a snug fit designed to draw attention to my breasts but is beautiful and elegant.
My arms were covered up to my wrists. The sleeves start to loosen and gradually tighten at the bottom, where they fit nicely around my wrists.
The waist of the dress is slim, but it fits. It is left undecorated, simple, and elegant, creating a seamless look from top to bottom.
The dress stretches and has a tiered style below the waist. The skirt fell to the floor and was longer on the sides and back.
I was wearing a t-strap, which fit perfectly with the dress. To finish off the look, I wore an intricate design necklace and some elegant bracelets.
I searched the place but I couldn’t find Brandon, so I went to Mrs. Russel and knocked on her door to ask where he was.
"Come in!" Mrs. Russel signaled.
I opened the door with a smile on my face.
"Good morning, Mrs. Russel," I politely greeted her.
"Welcome and good morning, Shania. Please sit here," Mrs. Russel said, smiling.
I sat quietly.
"So, Mrs. Russel, I'm curious why I'm here."
"Ah yes. I want to talk to you."
I nodded.
"How's your date?" She asked.
"Yeah, it was fine, it wasn't terrible, and we, you know, Umm... yeah," I blushed.
I’m not sure, but I’m not allowed to use the word ‘kiss’ in front of Mrs. Russel.
I bit my lip so hard.
Mrs. Russel laughed, and her left side dimple was obvious.
"Oh, you're so adorable. I'm so glad you and Brandon are mates, and I'm glad I picked you up," she exclaimed.
My cheeks are red.
"Well, given how well the date went, I feel obligated to give you something."
I remained silent for a moment, wondering what I wanted.
I own almost everything. They have money, food, and almost everything else.
I was about to answer her question when she suggested, "Maybe I should do this more often."
“No, no,” I said while covering my mouth and blushing.
"I mean, we're fine. I mean, we could continue dating, but... Well, you know, you're not obligated to waste your time with us. We're okay,” I stated, trying to justify myself.
Mrs. Russel laughed again.
"Wasting my time?" She asked, shaking. "I'll do everything to keep you two close."
I stopped.
"Now, let's get back to the matter. What are your wishes, honey?" Mrs. Russel asked, smiling.
"School,” I uttered.
"Do you want a school named after you?" She asked.
"No, no," I quickly explained, "I mean, I want to go to school."
"Oh, yes, school. However, why is that? There are so many options available to you, and you want to go to school?" Mrs. Russel asked.
"Well, I miss school, and I'm desperate to continue my education," I explained.
"Oh, you're a smart young lady." Mrs. Russel uttered a laugh.
"Thank you!"
"Perhaps you can enroll in Brighton College."
"Brighton College?" I exclaimed. Brighton High School is the richest school in the world, accepting only the richest and brightest students.
"Yes, you will be perfectly at home there. And have no fear. You would be admitted immediately because we support the school, and without us, the school would not exist. And, in any case, we built the school," Mrs. Russel explained.
"Should I go?" I will ask.
"Yes, and it's a school for werewolves, so there's no need to worry. Plus, Brandon is there, and you two will be together in every class."
"Wow, that’ll be great!" I excitedly said.
Mrs. Russel nodded.
"Oh, and you better hurry up if you want to get to school on time. I'll talk to the principal and make sure you're accepted before you get to school, okay?" Mrs. Russel said, her face beaming.