Kiss Me

Gabe's eyes darkened, and he studied me.

"Never mind," I added quickly.

He carefully lifted me so that I was straddling him, and I realized what he was doing. When he didn't want to talk about our differences or the fact that we were supposed to be enemies, he would kiss me.

Then we would get lost in the amazing feelings created by making out. My body hummed in anticipation.

I watched his eyes, curious about what I saw in them.

They were filled with hunger, desire, and something else. Guilt?

Did he regret the way he felt about me?

Had his biological father said something to him about the fact that I wasn't dead yet?

If only I could explain to his father that I was still me.

Still Snow White, a girl from Salem, Massachusetts.

All that changed was I needed blood to survive and - Okay, so a lot about me was altered, but it was physical.

My soul was the same.

Gabe continued to watch me.

"What?" I asked, feeling self-conscious.