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a god! His skin was more tanner than usual, it was a deep bronze. Hmm...was his skin glowing? He was just wearing jeans with a belt around them, no shirt or sock and shoes. His muscles... oh god.
    I think I'm gonna throw up.
    I felt my face turning a slight pink, seeing that he was half naked. "I don't know what you're talking about." I frowned.
    He cracked a smile. I bet I almost died.
    "Your not wearing what you usually wear." Drew observed.
    "What are you talking about?" I looked down at myself again.
    My clothes were gone. I wasn't naked, obviously, but I was wearing a silver dress, no shoes. That was it.
    "The spirals on your arms." he breathed.
    I suddenly realized he was right in front of me. I felt his breath wash over me, feeling like I was being bathed in sun.
    "What about them?" I asked nervously.
    He started racing one of them with his index finger. It tickled.
    "They're beautiful."
    Before I could respond, saying that the spirals on my arms were the most ugliest things on earth, he was kissing me.
    I quickly fell into the embrace, feeling my hands combing through his hair, which was soft. Remembering him and Hillary quickly ended the embrace. I shoved him away, seeing the same lip gloss on his lips that were on him the same day he had sex with Hillary. His hair exactly the same way it was, all messy.
    The scene had changed. We were in a lady's bathroom.
    "What's wrong?" he breathed in my face.
    "You love me." I said in a bitchy tone.
    That sounded exactly like Hillary.
    Drew glanced away. "Of course I do..."
    "Say it truthfully!" I snapped.
    He frowned. "No. I won't admit something that's not true."
    "Yes, you do! Admit that you love me!" I screeched.
    "I-"
    "MOON!" Someone yelled in my ear.
    I instantly sat up, seeing Anthony in my room.
    "Anthony! What the frik are you doing?" I screamed.
    "I'm not waiting any longer for you to get up! I want to open my presents." he ran downstairs to the library.
    I quickly glanced at my alarm clock, seeing it was 9:30 a.m. I ran down the steps towards the library.
    I heard a bunch of squealing, and opened one of the doors to the library.
    "What's that?" I asked as I saw something moving in Brendan's arms.
    "A wolf." he replied.
    I stepped towards it, it had midnight black fur on it with bright amber eyes.
    "It's cute," I said, "how old is it?"
    "A couple months old. Are you gonna name her?" Brendan asked.
    "It's for me?"
    "Yeah. Here." Brendan handed me the ball of black fur.
    I looked at the wolf pup. It looked a little upset, being away from it's mama. But eager to have a an owner.
    I thought of a name for it. Hmmm...
    I scratched the pup's head, smiling.
    "Sunfire."
     
     
     
    Chapter 8
    "Guess what?"
    "What?" I asked Brendan.
    "...nothing."
    "Why do you always do that?"
    He grunted.
    So we were both lying down on the balcony on Christmas night in freezing cold air. It's natural. I guess. It was raining, but we both weren't wet. Or cold. The raindrops just landed on us and immediately bounced off. Weird.
    "Isn't the moon beautiful?" I asked, gazing at it adoringly.
    "Which one?" Brendan raised his brows.
    "Obviously the one in the sky." I giggled.
    "Oh...it's beautiful. Unless it's compared to you."
    I sighed.
    "Why?" I asked, now on my side, facing Brendan.
    He turned on his side also, facing me. "What?"
    "Nothing." I lied.
    He ignored it.
    "It's ok if I give you something." it didn't sound like a question.
    "Sure." I said slowly, ignoring the fact that he already gave me a million things today.
    Brendan reached in his jeans pocket, pulling out a small little box and handing it to me. I opened it.
    Inside the box, was a silver chain necklace. Dangling from it was a crescent moon.
    "It's so pretty!"
    "Let me put it on you."
    "Ok."
    My back faced Brendan as he put the chain necklace around my neck.
    I suddenly felt funny. Was it his lingering touch, or was it the fact that he gently kissing my neck?'
    I bolted away from him, going to the other side of the balcony.
    "I'm