Ezra's POV
Sex with Enid was unlike anything else. It was exhilarating, out of this world. The sensations that I felt all over my body, the explosions in my stomach were unmatched. I felt like I was in another galaxy where it was just her and I.
Plus it was more than just sex. It truly felt like our bodies were uniting to become one. I was so helplessly in love with this girl and I was sure that no one could make me feel the way she does.
I woke up before her to the sound of my alarm. We spent the rest of the night naked, discovering every inch of the other's body but decided to wear our clothes right before we fell asleep just in case.
I remembered the way her lips tasted fruity, her breath tasted minty with a hint of sweetness, her skin tasted salty from the sweat. I remember licking the little beads of sweat that formed on her neck as I was thrusting my fingers inside her and that made my cheeks flame up at the memory.
Enid stirred beside me. She was sleeping, as usual, with her head on my chest. We took a shower together last night before heading to bed.
*FLASHBACK*
"I'm going to shower now." I had said, kissing her forehead. I had gotten out of bed and she had immediately grabbed my arm.
"Can we shower together?" She had asked, her puppy eyes on full display and her bottom lip jutted out.
I had felt nervous then I remembered that we had just seen each other naked. So I just shrugged, turned around and quickly walked to the bathroom to avoid any awkwardness.
I had jumped in the small bathtub and opened the water. The cold water felt like cold knives against my skin. I had sighed in pleasure.
Suddenly, the door had opened and I had felt her climbing in the bathtub right behind me. I had gulped, and had pretended like she wasn't there.
That's when, all of the sudden, I had felt her arms snake around my waist, pulling me towards her until my wet naked body was flush against her.
I remembered having taken a deep breath. I remember feeling the lack of oxygen in my lungs and therefore my brain as well. I remembered having felt my lungs and organs combust and burst into flames at the sensation of her soft hands on my stomach.
She had sighed and had rested her chin on my shoulder then started peppering with soft kisses. I had turned to look at her. She wasn't smirking as usual when she would know her touch was driving me crazy. Her smile was soft and gentle. I had blinked, thinking this wasn't reality... How come she didn't have that smug (yet sexy as hell) smirk plastered on her face?
She had softly leaned and pressed her lips against mine with utter gentleness. I had kissed her back immediately, pulling her towards me by her hips as her hands had travelled from my waist to my hair.
We had kissed for a little while. Not once did it get rough or aggressive for we just wanted to discover the other better.
When she had pulled away, she had grabbed the bottle of shampoo, applied some on my scalp and proceeded to wash my hair. Her fingers were careful, making sure to apply the right amount of pressure while still being gentle. Then she had washed the soap off.
I had turned her around to do the same thing, having asked her if she minded. She had shook her head and smiled, kissing my cheek and caressing it.
So I did. I washed her hair.
Then we washed each other's body. The look of pure awe on her face was enough to know that I was safe with her.
This felt more intimate than when we had sex.
I had never felt so much love.
*FLASHBACK DONE*
She was still sleeping, holding on to me tightly with her leg draped over both of mine. I smiled at the sight and kissed her forehead to try and wake her up. No answer.
So we'll be late... Big deal...
I played with her hair, immersing myself with the scent of her perfume until she stirred some more and a small groan was heard. She woke up.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." I sang, looking at her.
She opened her eyes and I was taken back at how blue they looked under the sunlight that was peeking through our window. She squinted her eyes at the sun and hid her face in my neck before mumbling a groggy "Morning."
I chuckled. "Come on, we have a long day ahead of us AND we have to face a suspect."
She sat up straight immediately and rubbed her eyes. "You're right. I should look good."
I burst out laughing. "You always do. Come on, let's get ready now."
She nodded her head and started getting out of bed. "Hey, Ezzie..."
I looked at her, urging her to go on. "I love you." She said with a smile.
I grinned back. "I love you."
We both decided on taking separate showers (because we didn't have time for one sensual shower/make out session) since we ended up having sex again afterwards and well... we sweated a lot and... You know what? I will spare you the details.
Since Enid got in first, I had to wait for her. I prepared my uniform in the meantime as well as my school bag. She got out all freshened up, with her makeup done and everything. I quickly kissed the top of her forehead and got ready.
When we were both done, we left our room with huge smiles on our faces. I felt like I was walking on the moon because of how light I felt. When we reached the hallways though, I turned stoic again and maintained my poker face. Enid, on the other hand, was giddy and REALLY did look like she just had the best sex of her life.
"You're both glowing." Yoko said with a smirk when we joined her. I raised an eyebrow at her.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I retorted calmly, feeling my ears flame up. I turned to look at Enid whose face turned a bright shade of red.
"Y-Yeah... Exactly... Totally..." Enid scoffed.
Yoko gave us quizzical look and let it go. She just shrugged and urged us to get in as class was about to start.
I kept my eye on the door, waiting for Sheila to get in. Enid's body was leaning against mine as she was doing the same thing. The witch finally came in. We turned to look at each other and nodded.
"James..." I whispered before the teacher arrived.
"Sir, yes sir!" He replied.
"Go check for anything unusual about Sheila and come back to us."
He immediately ran towards her and observed from up close. She looked weirded out as if she felt a presence close to her. She was a witch after all, it was expected. She kept shooing James while he was inspecting her. When he was done, he teleported himself to our seats.
"She has what seems like drops of blood at the bottom of her uniform's skirt. And she smells weird." He explained, scrunching up his nose.
"What do you mean?" I asked in confusion.
"She smells like this one specific place in the woods where Elliot and I last fought... I don't know why the smell is strongly linked to that place based on what I was able to decipher." He added.
"What place, James?" Enid had asked.
"I've been there. We'll go after facing her. Or maybe that's where she's heading after class. We'll follow her." I stated. Enid nodded her head and gave my hand a small squeeze as the teacher got in...
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As soon as we were done, we started following Sheila around, James, Enid and I. James had made us invisible with his powers so that we could follow her. As he said, she went to the final battle's location. I felt my throat constrict and took a deep breath. Enid immediately grabbed my hand and started stroking it gently. I looked at her and smiled.
"So that's where..." She started, whispering.
"Yes. That's where Elliot and James died." I murmured back. She quickly kissed my cheek and kept caressing my hand.
"Guys... Hate to interrupt this moment but my powers are going to die out soon and you will be visible to Sheila. So you need to decide on what to do next." James chuckled awkwardly.
"Make me visible and let Enid find a good hiding space." I ordered.
He nodded. I walked towards Sheila, her back was to me. She started laughing.
"So you followed me here?" She let out a wry laugh.
I froze. "You knew?"
"Where's Enid?" She said, turning towards me.
"Not here." I spat. "I'm here for another purpose Sheila."
"And that is?" She slurred seductively.
"You're a murderer."
She burst out laughing and walked over to me. "Funny accusation when you have no proof."
I gritted my teeth. "We smelled you on the corpse." I hissed.
She smirked maliciously. "Not a valid proof. A lycanthrope who can't wolf out assumed that she smelled me on a corpse? You trust her barely developed senses? That's pathetic."
"Yes. I trust her senses. They're enhanced and they fucking work."
She laughed again and leaned against my shoulder. I pushed her away.
"Not giving in to my charms? That's something new."
I showed her the black obsidian evil spirits/spells protection necklace I was wearing around my neck and grinned. It was a gift from Elliot that I had forgotten about. "Your powers have no effects on me anymore."
She smirked and took a step back. "I'm not the killer, Ezra. Believe it or not."
I scoffed. "Quit messing with me or I'll make you confess my own way."
"How so?" She challenged.
I put both my hands together. "I, the master of spirits, the living and the dead, command the voice of truth of the omniscient spirits to make the truth come out of this person's mouth. UT VERUM DICAS!" I said, extending my hands towards her. I felt a force come out of my hands, it looked like a small tornado. It got in Sheila's mouth who started choking when she inhaled it wholly.
"I'm not the killer. They killed my brother. He was a witch who lived in Jericho. I found his corpse in the middle of the forest and it was the most gruesome sight ever. I kept hugging his body, must be why you smelled me on him." She said, her eyes hooded like she was possessed. I knew she was telling the truth.
She wasn't the killer...
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So??? Surprised???
Yes... Sheila is not the killer. No, she won't turn out to be the killer. Yes, she will always be the bitch who will try to tear Ezra and Enid apart.
Who is the killer then...
~M