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harmless.”
    He shrugged and sat on my bed. “Your side is better.”
    “What does my side look like?” I asked. My room still looked pretty plain, but I had put up a poster of a star chart, and a picture of a black hole.
    “It looks like you,” he shrugged, and then smiled. “Rory Villanova, the girl with her head in outer space.”
    He laid down on the bed, and pretended to snore. I pushed him, and laid down next to him. The bed barely contained him, so I had to squeeze myself against him to fit. He turned to face me. He kissed the tip of my nose.
    “I should ask my professor about that rain thing,” I said. He winced, sitting up. I sat up too.
    “Really? We’re on this bed, all cozy, and you want to talk about your professor and the rain?” he asked.
    “Didn’t you think it was bizarre?” I asked. He put his hand on my thigh, and caressed it.
    “A lot of strange things have been happening. Like all of my dreams coming true,” he said. He kissed my mouth, nibbling on my bottom lip. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me on top of his lap. I pulled his shirt off. I ran my fingers along his muscles, tracing the valley between his chest muscles, and between his abs. When my hand reached his navel, he put his hand over it, flattening my hand against his stomach. He leaned back, and I draped myself over him. He kissed me, his tongue exploring inside my mouth. His back arched, and I could feel his firm erection through denim. It pulsed hard and unyielding against my legs. He put his hands on the back of my thighs, and pulled them up, so I was straddling him.
    I raised my arms, and he pulled off my dress. He moved his hands behind my back, tracing the bottom of my bra. He unclipped it, and it fell between us. He cupped my breasts in his hands, one of thumbs brushing against my hardened nipple. Being almost naked in front of him was both exhilarating and frightening. He had a dire gaze in his eyes that could never belong to a young schoolboy or to someone who was only a friend. It was a hunger that only men had. It was a need that traced back to a primal ancestry.
    He moved his hands to my underwear. I began to squirm, nervous about this next stage. I had fooled around with a couple of guys, but I had never gone all of the way. I didn’t know if I was ready, and I didn’t want to lose Declan as a friend.
    He yanked my underwear down, his hands caressing my naked ass. When I leaned away from him, he growled—a deep and husky sound. He wrapped his arm around my waist and rolled me underneath him. His breathing was heavy, and he no longer looked in my eyes. My underwear fell down to my ankles. He slipped down his boxer briefs, and his cock emerged, stiff—warm. It pressed and massaged against my upper thigh . No, I couldn’t do this. His girth would never fit inside me. I shoved at his chest. It barely moved him. He spread my legs apart. Impulsively, I pushed up and felt it stroke soft then and then hard along my wet clit.
    I kicked his groin.
    He reared back. When he looked at me, a golden luster bled into his irises. Declan’s cheeks were taut as leather and wolf sized canines flashed at me. He snarled as he launched off of the bed. Declan keeled over and white fur began to push out of his skin. His head changed, elongating, with his hair changing into upright ears. The front of his face melded into a snout. His hands and feet shortened into a hairy set of paws. A tail grew out from his back. Instead of staring at my best friend, I was now in front of a menacing wolf with its hackles raised. It growled, spreading its front legs. It was getting ready to pounce.
    I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the worst.
    Suddenly, light shined through the window. The wolf whined, and backed away from it. Staring at the sudden light, I realized that the sun was high up in the sky. My jaw went slack, and I couldn’t move. I looked at the clock. It was 9:42 pm. Night .
    Something touched my arm. I turned to see