Trapped By The Moon
When Megan has troubles at home, she runs away into the woods behind her house. After witnessing a murder, she is taken by the killer, the werewolf, Derek. Throughout her captivity she learns his deepest, darkest secrets. He has her wondering: Is he really that bad or just misunderstood? Is it wrong to feel this way about him?
I sneak a peek at Derek's uncovered upper body once again. My eyes roam all over, from his face to where his sweatpants hug his hips. I return my gaze to his face and his eyes burn into mine.
I gasp as I'm pushed up against the nearest tree. A blush turns my face the color of strawberries and I hope Derek can't see it. He's pushing his hips into my lower abdomen because of how much taller he is than me. His hands are on my wrists which lifts me arms above my head. I feel my hair move from its position in front of my ear to behind it. Then Derek leans in close and whispers, brushing his lips against my cheek. "Shh, I heard something." I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my bottom lip.
"Oh no don't do that." I hear Derek say mischievously as he pulls my lip from my bite with his thumb.