A Kiss With A Message

We both took the comfort only we emitted for each other and in those moments his identity or my obstinacy didn't exist. Though I didn't acknowledge it, I was the monster my parents' blunders birthed to.

I sigh burying myself deeper and getting cozy with the hard and sturdy man I barely knew. A voice from the back of his throat snaps my head up. I see his eyes squinted at the ceiling before scrunching them up like he was holding something in. 

He looked so intense, so intimidating. Everything about him screamed sinful, the wide shoulder that could shoulder two of me. If I didn't know he was 'Lycan', I would assume he was one of those sculptures carved to surreal perfection in Italy, brought to life with a kiss of true love.

Assuming a mere kiss had the capacity to achieve such a feat.