First kiss

Jack's hand, which had been gently rubbing my cheek, stilled as he looked at me. His eyes were intense, filled with an emotion I couldn't quite decipher. Then, without warning, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin. Before I could react, his lips pressed softly against mine.

It was my first kiss, and I wasn't ready for it. My heart raced, and I sat there frozen, like a statue. His lips were soft, like petals brushing against mine, and I felt a wave of panic and excitement all at once. My hands clenched the fabric of my dress in fear, unsure of what to do.

Jack pulled back slightly, studying my face with a curious expression. "Did I take your first kiss?" he asked, his voice gentle.

I widened my eyes, too shocked to speak, and shook my head slowly. The truth was, I didn't know how to respond, how to navigate this new territory.

Then, Jack smiled—a warm, endearing smile that made my heart flutter. "Didn't you like it?" he asked, his tone teasing but kind.

I could feel my face turning red, the heat rising to my cheeks. He was so cute and handsome, his eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief. Before I knew what I was doing, I nodded, giving a small, almost imperceptible 'yes.'

What! What am I doing? My hands flew to my mouth, covering it in embarrassment. Jack laughed softly, a sound that melted the tension between us. "I'm glad you liked it, Erin," he said, his voice tender.

"I—" I started, but the words got stuck in my throat. I chewed on my lower lip, feeling utterly foolish and more than a little shameless.

"Want to try it again, Erin?" Jack asked, his voice serious this time, no hint of teasing. His eyes bore into mine, and I could see the sincerity in them, the genuine affection that made my heart skip a beat.

I looked down, feeling the weight of the moment pressing on me. I didn't know how to react, how to navigate this sudden shift in our relationship. But deep down, a part of me didn't want to resist. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, I nodded, giving him my answer.

Jack's smile widened, gentle and reassuring. "Close your eyes," he whispered.

I hesitated for a moment, then let my eyes flutter shut. I felt a warmth spread through me, a mixture of anticipation and fear, as Jack leaned in once more. This time, I was ready—or as ready as I could be.

His lips met mine again, softer and more lingering this time, and I felt the world around us melt away. 

He was devouring me little by little, his lips moving against mine with an intensity that made my heart race. At first, I couldn't breathe, overwhelmed by the sheer force of the moment. But slowly, I accepted his warmth, letting it seep into my skin, my soul. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, not wanting this to stop. My mind was spinning, my heart pounding wildly, driving me to the brink of madness.

We were lost in each other, our breaths mingling, our senses entwined. It was as if the world outside had ceased to exist, leaving just the two of us in this bubble of heat and desire. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him down with me as I lay back on the bed, surrendering to the moment.

His lips left mine and trailed down to my neck, each touch sending shivers through my body. I tightened my fists, holding onto him as if letting go would break the spell we were under. Something was stirring inside me, something primal and unspeakable, a sensation I'd never felt before. His touch was so warm, so consuming, that I didn't want it to end. I kept my eyes shut, savoring every second, every whisper of his skin against mine.

"Erin," he breathed, his hot breath hitting my face, pulling me out of my daze.

I opened my eyes slowly, and there he was, hovering above me, his face so close that I could see every detail. He was so handsome, his features perfect and his physique overwhelming. The sight of him made my heart skip a beat. I reached up, touching his cheek with a gentle smile. He leaned in, resting his forehead against mine, and for a moment, everything felt right.

But then, reality intruded. Suddenly, I felt something—a presence downstairs. My eyes widened in realization. "Jack," I whispered urgently, pushing him lightly. "I think… I think my dad is here."

"Your dad?" he asked, confusion and concern flashing across his face. He pulled back slightly, scanning the room. "But where?"

I gave him a wry smile, feeling the absurdity of the situation. "Oops, I forgot my girlfriend is a mage," he teased, the tension breaking with his playful tone.

"Girlfriend?" I echoed, my heart skipping another beat. Was I really his girlfriend? The thought made my cheeks flush.

Jack leaned in and kissed my forehead, his touch soft and affectionate. "Aren't you my mage girlfriend?" he asked, his voice laced with teasing but also something deeper, something that made my heart swell.

My face flushed crimson. Jack was teasing me, and I couldn't help but smile as I playfully pushed him away. "My dad will kill you," I warned him, half-joking.

Jack chuckled, reaching out to gently touch my hair. "Why? Won't you save me?" he asked, his tone light, but there was a tenderness in his eyes that made my heart skip a beat.

I couldn't help but smile as I got up, the realization sinking in—I was his girlfriend now. The thought filled me with a warm, fluttering feeling. Just as I reached for the door, it suddenly swung open, and there stood my dad, his expression a mixture of shock and anger.

"Wh-What is this? WHO is he?" he demanded, his eyes darting between Jack and me. His frown deepened as he took in the scene before him—Jack still sitting on my bed, and me standing nervously by the door.

Jack stood up quickly and tried to greet my dad with a polite "Hello, sir." But Dad wasn't having it. He ignored Jack completely, his gaze fixed on me, waiting for an explanation.

"Dad, we're in the same class. He came here to help me with math," I stammered, trying to keep my voice steady.

Dad's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "He taught you math… lying on the bed?" he asked, his tone dripping with disbelief.

"No, Dad, he—" I started, but the words were jumbled in my head. "Actually, he passed out here after seeing something unusual," I blurted out, realizing too late that I'd said too much.

"Wait, what?" Dad's eyes widened, and in an instant, he was by my side, covering my mouth with his hand. He leaned in close, his voice a harsh whisper. "What are you saying in front of him?"

I pushed his hand down, feeling a surge of frustration. "Dad, he knows everything. I told him."

My dad's face went pale, his eyes filled with panic. "What? Erin, didn't I tell you not to tell anyone?" His voice was rising, the fear evident in every word.

"Dad, relax. First, listen to me," I pleaded, trying to calm him down.

But Dad wasn't listening. He was too caught up in his own fear and worry, pacing the room like a caged animal.

Jack, sensing the tension, stepped forward. "Mr. Zoe, please, you can trust me. She didn't want to tell me, but something attacked me—"

Dad cut him off, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Attacked? In her room? Erin, what's wrong? Tell me everything."