CHAPTER 62: EIRA’S FIRST KISS-III

Eira’s POV

He leaned in slowly, his eyes flicking from mine to my lips. My lashes fluttered shut just as his mouth brushed over mine.

Featherlight at first. Testing.

His lips were warm, soft, but there was tension beneath them—something restrained. Something hungry.

He kissed me again, firmer this time, drawing my lower lip between his and sucking it gently. My knees nearly buckled. My fingers clenched the fabric of his shirt as my body instinctively pressed closer to his.

His hand slid up the curve of my spine, fingers splaying wide as he pulled me into him. The book he had dropped fell unnoticed to the ground with a soft thud.

He tilted his head, deepening the kiss. His tongue brushed against my lip, coaxing—asking for more. I parted my mouth for him without thinking.

And gods, the way he kissed me after that—

It wasn’t soft anymore. It was hungry.

His tongue slid against mine, slow and deliberate, tasting me, exploring me with a confidence that made my body ache. I gasped against his mouth, and he swallowed the sound like it fueled him.

My whole body felt like it was burning. His hand at my waist gripped me tighter, and the other slipped into my hair, angling my head just right as his mouth consumed mine, deep and erotic and drugging.

I felt every inch of his chest pressed against mine, every hard line of his body making itself known.

There was no space left between us. No air. No thought.

Just the wet heat of his mouth on mine. The slow glide of his tongue. The way his breath hitched every time I whimpered into the kiss.

When he finally pulled away, it wasn’t abrupt. It was slow, lingering, as if even he didn’t want it to end.

My lips were swollen, my breath ragged, and I was still trembling in his arms.

He rested his forehead against mine, our noses brushing, the sound of our uneven breaths filling the silence between us.

"Now you had your first kiss...with me..." he whispered against my lips, "...and this is just the beginning."

And I believed him. Because I could still feel the taste of him on my lips. Still feel the burn he left on my skin. And I already wanted more.

But then I heard him murmur in a restrained tone, "...only if you weren’t a minor right now..."

I swallowed hard. Then what? What would he have done?

He slowly released me, making sure I was steady on my feet before walking over to my bag. From the side pocket of the bag, he pulled out the small water bottle tucked there and handed it to me.

"Have some water," he said.

I truly needed it. Accepting it with a small nod, I took a few sips while he turned away, walking forward to face the mountains. He stood there silently, letting the cold breeze from the peaks wash over him, calming whatever storm had risen inside.

He was an Alpha. It must have been difficult to hold back once desire had been stirred. But he was clearly good at controlling himself.

The silence between us felt awkward now, almost too heavy.

"Um... do you want some water?" I asked, unsure.

He gave a soft hum in response but didn’t look back.

Still, I walked over and offered him the bottle. He took it without a word, drank a few sips while continuing to face the mountains, then handed it back.

"Are you alright?" I asked quietly, my eyes fixed on his broad back.

"If I say no, what will you do?" he replied, his voice low, slightly strained.

I blinked, startled. He always had this way of catching me off guard, throwing unexpected words that left me speechless.

For a while, he didn’t say anything more.

Then finally, he turned to me. "I’m alright." His gaze met mine, calm and reassuring.

I let out a quiet breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

"Let me walk you back," he said after a pause.

I nodded. "But only till the school gate."

There was no way I could let him walk me all the way home—not unless I wanted a dozen questions and a scolding from my grandparents. Sometimes I wondered... if my parents were still alive, would they have been just as strict? Or would they have cherished me the way Alice’s mother did?

He hummed softly, then bent down and picked up the book from the ground. "I’ll take this with me."

Damn it! How had I not noticed it there? Now he was definitely going to tease me.

I forced an awkward smile and quickly said, "I have to return that book..."

He raised a single brow, and I shut my mouth.

"While I’m away, I’ll read it and find out what my little bunny is truly into," he said, voice teasing.

"It’s not—"

"Open that mouth to lie again," he cut me off, "and I’ll shut it for you in no time."

I went quiet, watching helplessly as he tucked the small book into the inside pocket of his trench coat.

Then, like the gentleman he was, he picked up my schoolbag and carried it for me as we began walking together. For a while, we stayed silent, but it didn’t last.

"There’s a Silver Moon Festival coming up," he said. "What gift do you want?"

I glanced up at him, surprised he remembered. The Silver Moon Festival was just two weeks away—a celebration meant mostly for young couples in love.

"Hm?" he prompted again when I didn’t answer.

"I’m not sure," I admitted honestly.

"Then you’ll have to accept whatever I choose for you," he said without missing a beat.

I didn’t read too deeply into it. I simply hummed in response.

When I returned home later, a quiet sadness settled in me. I wouldn’t be able to see him for the next two weeks, and the thought already felt unbearable.

All I could do was hold onto today’s memories... the soft warmth of his presence, his teasing voice, and most of all—that kiss.

They said a first kiss was always unforgettable, that it carved its place into your memory forever.And they were right. It truly felt like something I’d never forget.