DO YOU BELIEVE IN WEREWOLVES?

TERESA He kissed me. He actually kissed me. And I kissed him back. Was it a kiss born out of fear? Or was it one from his heart? I would never know. He seemed like a man that would get everything he desired, including me. In that kiss was the sweetness of pure passion; my million thoughts concentrated on only one. My body shivered in such a way I could not think was even possible. But I became vulnerable. His real seduction began the moment he followed me down this dark alley, before I could even say a word or before our souls recognize each other. What happened next was like a divine dance of our hearts melting in our chests. Now he knew my weakness, him. But I was going to fix that. He ignited in me eternal flames, but I didn’t want to become weak. I didn’t want to let that passion consume me. Having him so close to my already hectic beating heart made me realize something that the fear I was experiencing was way less than the desire cutting through my body. What the hell was happeni