A Full Moon
I was sitting on Damian’s lap when he wrapped two long arms around me; his breath hot against my neck before he kissed the back of it. Ashley made a cooing sound from across the room, fishing her phone out of her pocket to quickly snap a photo of us. “Hold still,” she demanded as I closed my eyes to enjoy this blissful moment.
Damian paid no mind to the intruding photographer, bringing his hands upwards to rest it under the curve of my breast, relentlessly teasing me. I felt the tip of his teeth pierce the side of my neck, making me shudder enough to lean into him more. “Ohhh,” Ashley teased, hoping she would get a few risqué photos. “Show those teeth Damian.”
“Oh, shut up!” I yelled out, only encouraging my friend to creep her way towards us.
Damian laid the tip of his tongue onto my neck, making my eyes widen with alarm. Ashley laughed at the whole thing, realizing even her presence couldn’t dissuade Damian from giving into his desires.
“Damian, haven’t you had enough?” I cried out, after he licked the side of my neck for the second time.
“No,” he growled, which brought my eyebrows upwards with surprise.
The front door opened with a loud slam; Ben and Taylor were making enough noise to let us know they had just entered Damian’s household.
“Party time!” Ben screamed at the top of his lungs.
Taylor appeared over the living room doorway with his hands full of a large crate of beer, matching the ambiance of his punk rock star outfit. His neatly combed hair was now sticking up, and he had fake ear studs of sable black in each of his ears. A brown and black galaxy-styled shirt was loose across his chest, though most of it was covered by his heavy leather jacket with a slouchy hood on the back.
For once Taylor was able to let loose; it was the perfect opportunity to embrace his secret love of heavy metal and the occasional punk rock. Taylor grinned from ear to ear once he saw the way Damian was cuddling with me, knowing all too well how my evening must have gone by a single look.
“The two of you have fun?” he observed, after he casually strutted into the main living room.
His boyfriend, Ben, walked into the room proudly in his distinguished knight’s costume, his hand over the hilt of his plastic sword to keep himself in character. “Happy Halloween!” he announced to Damian with a princely look to him. “I see you aren’t in costume.”
“I didn’t get the memo,” Damian lied with his cheek resting over the side of mine.
I tilted my head to look at his side profile. “That’s a lie!” I reprimanded him. “I asked you to change.”
“I am in costume,” Damian teased. His arms grabbed a hold of me more, and then he slammed his lips against the side of my cheek to shut me up.
Ben bit his lip at the scene, and then sauntered over to his partner to get his attention. I watched Ben whisper something into Taylor’s ear, making him turn his head sharply with a look of desire. Ben sauntered away with a quick swivel of his foot, offering him a wink before he walked out the living room.
“My brother is disgusting,” Ashley complained, clearly annoyed that she was the only one without a partner tonight. Her statement didn’t dissuade Taylor from hurrying after him, unzipping his heavy leather jacket before he hurried out the room.
“Let them have some fun,” I piped up. Ashley disagreed with me, letting her hands run down her frilly black dress with annoyance.
“I need a drink,” she surmised, and then strutted towards the crate of beer to pull out a can. “Want one?”
“Not right now.”
She let her eyes glance upwards to the man behind me, staring at him for a moment before she offered him one as well. Damian flat out denied her offer and made a show of leaning back into his couch, bringing me with him.
Ashley opened her can of beer and then took a quick swig. Her eyes lazily took in the empty living room that we were currently sitting in, letting her eyes fall over the three lamps on the wall before she settled her curious gaze over us. Ashley offered me a sad smile, still not used to losing her best friend out to a guy. By all accounts, it was usually the other way around. Nevertheless, I had not seen Ashley all day, so I did miss spending time with her.
There were some muffled sounds coming from a far room, a sound that instantly brought a bright shade of red to Ashley’s cheek. “Great,” she said with utter sarcasm, obviously sensing what her brother and Taylor were getting up too. Her phone was instantly fished out from the small pocket of her black dress and she turned on some music to cover up the sound of them making out.
Damian nuzzled himself against me as we heard a series of howls of nearby wolves coming from Ashley’s cellphone speakers. I was startled by his inexplicable body language, the way he curled his arms around me in a tight embrace. His puzzling behaviour was soon forgotten once I realized Ashley was playing a classic Halloween tune.
“Thriller!” I shrilled out with surprise.
“Yeah,” she casually replied, and then turned up the volume to get us in the mood. She took another swig of the beer, lazily walking towards the couch before she took a seat beside me. “Halloween,” she pointed out, “my favourite time of the year.”
“We should have a picture together,” I suggested, knowing she put so much time effort into making her sexy witch costume.
“We can post the pictures once we get home.”
“Since there is no internet,” she observed, and then suggested I use my camera on my phone to do it. I pulled it out of a small pocket, telling Damian to turn his head to the right to look at the camera. He decided to press his lips against my cheek instead, making me laugh as I took a picture of the three of us. “Can you take one of just us girls?” I politely asked of him.
Damian patted me on my thigh to get me off him, and then slowly eased himself off the couch to stand to his feet. I thought he looked delicious in his dark blue plaid shirt, making me happy I picked it out for him after dinner. It was the closest attempt of a costume I could find, imagining he was some rugged lumberjack that little Red Riding Hood stumbled upon in the forest.
Ashley took a hold of me, pulling me into her body with a happy smile. We looked giddy when Damian took the picture, and then we quickly asked him to sit in the middle so we could have a picture with all three of us. Damian obliged, squishing himself between the small gap, before he snapped a quick photo. “Sara, I might have some wine,” he suddenly prompted up.
“Do you want any?”
“Yeah, sure.”
He removed himself off the couch silently and strode down the hallway with a determined gait.
“So,” Ashley began, “how did it go?”
“Amazing,” I quickly replied.
“The two of you did it then?”
“Yeah.” I blushed instantly, trying to contain my guilty smile. “Ashley, he was amazing.”
“I can tell.”
“How?”
“Watching the two of you together.” Ashley scooted herself closer to me, closing in the last of the space between us. “How is it going to work when you get back home?”
“Long distance?” I suggested in a questionable air. “I mean… I don’t know him well enough to move in with him.”
“God, no.”
“And it’s so soon.” I shrugged my shoulders at her. “What if it’s a fling?”
She shook her head at me in open disagreement. “Not for him.” She removed her witch hat, laying it on the couch next to her. “He doesn’t seem like that type of guy.”
“I think he’s committed,” I sighed with worry. “I should be happy, shouldn’t I?”
“You don’t want commitment?”
“It’s like he’s chosen me,” I deliberated aloud. “It is hard to describe.”
“He thinks you’re a keeper,” she teased, before she lifted her beer can off the ground to take a leisurely sip.
“I think he considers me as even more than that,” I breathed out softly.
“Oh?” She let her beer can settle over her lap. “Like what?”
“Like …” I paused once I heard a