Chapter 6 Chapter 6
Elisa’s POV
I kept staring at him, wondering why my desire for him was still this strong after everything he had put me through. Worse—I was almost certain he knew. He could probably see it written all over my face.
He walked toward me slowly and took the glass of water from my hand.
“I know you want me,” he said.
His eyes darkened as they flicked to my lips before returning to mine. My throat tightened. I couldn’t respond—because the truth was, I did.
Before I could think, his hand slid around my waist and pulled me closer. His lips brushed the side of my neck, warm and deliberate, and for a second I forgot how to breathe. Heat spread through me, slow and dangerous.
He pulled back slightly, and I grabbed his waist without thinking, not wanting him to stop. A smirk curved his mouth, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him closer.
He lifted me onto the kitchen counter, bracing his hands on either side of me, caging me in. His mouth returned to my neck, softer this time, teasing. I gasped and wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to pull him into a kiss.
He stopped just before our lips met.
“Patience, sweetheart,” he murmured against my ear.
The way he said it made my knees weak.
Everything about him felt intoxicating—his scent, his closeness, the heat radiating from his body. My pulse raced wildly as his hands traced slowly over my waist and hips. I leaned into him, breathless, lost in the moment—
“Elisa.”
I paused. “Did you hear that?” I whispered against his lips.
“Elisa, wake up.”
My eyes snapped open.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Language, young lady,” my mum’s voice came from the doorway. “Your alarm has been ringing. You’re late for school.”
I looked at my clock. First period had already started.
“Shit.”
“Language.”
“Sorry, Mum!”
I scrambled out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, mortified. I had just had a wet dream about Drake. A very vivid one. And the worst part? It felt real.
I couldn’t believe my subconscious betrayed me like that—especially after he had practically ignored me in the kitchen the other night. I had left Angy’s house early the next morning, grateful she had helped smooth things over.
I showered quickly, trying to shake off the lingering heat, and rushed downstairs. Mum handed me a piece of toast as I headed for the door.
“I have a surprise for you when you get back,” she said.
“Okay, Mum. See you!”
“Hello, Miss Lane. Nice of you to join us,” my chemistry teacher said dryly as I slipped into class just before the bell rang.
A few students snickered. I kept my head down and hurried to my seat.
As soon as the bell rang for the next period, I grabbed my bag and rushed out—only to freeze.
Drake stood at the end of the hallway. My stomach flipped. I couldn’t face him, not after that dream. I quickly turned and ducked into the girls’ bathroom. I gripped the sink, staring at my reflection, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I splashed water on my face. I need to get it together.
“Why do you smell like him?”
I jumped.
Becca stepped out of one of the stalls, alone this time.
“Smell like who?” I asked carefully.
“Don’t play games with me. Why can I smell Drake on you?”
“Excuse me?” I straightened, “What do you mean smell like him?” I asked, confused. “You know what, I’m tired of you projecting your insecurities onto me.”
Her eyes darkened. “I know a slut when I see one. You want him. And now you smell like him. Did you sleep with him?”
“What? No!” I squeaked, my face heating for entirely different reasons.
“I knew it,” she hissed and shoved me backward into a stall.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, my pulse racing.
“What does he even see in a human?” she spat.
“You’re human too, you know,” I shot back before I could stop myself. Then, her expression twisted into something terrifying.
“Oh, little ant,” she said softly, “you have no idea what I am.”
And then her jaw shifted unnaturally. Her teeth lengthened, sharpening before my eyes.
My stomach dropped.
“What the hell?” I screamed.
“Becca!” someone shouted from outside. “What are you doing?”
“She slept with him!” Becca’s voice deepened, rough and distorted.
“I didn’t!” I cried, though defending myself was the least of my concerns. She was changing. Actually changing into God knows what.
I needed to get out.
“Becca, calm down,” Angy’s voice said firmly as she stepped inside.
She looked at me. “Elisa, don’t move.”
Don’t move?
My fight-or-flight instincts were screaming at me to run.
“Nathan, get Drake!” Angy called.
Becca’s breathing grew heavier, more animal than human. A minute later, the bathroom door slammed open and Drake ran towards us.
“Becca, stop,” he said sharply.
“Why can I smell you on her?” she shrieked, her voice thick and almost inhuman.
Angy looked between them. “What is she talking about?”
“It’s nothing,” Drake said dismissively, though his jaw was tight.
Becca lunged toward me.
Before she could reach me, Drake grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back effortlessly.
“Angy, deal with this,” he muttered, sparing me a brief look before dragging Becca out as she screamed. Silence filled the bathroom.
Angy turned toward me slowly, cautiously—like I might shatter. Even though it was over, my legs still felt like they were about to give out.
“What…” My voice shook. “What did I just see?”
And for the first time, I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer.
