Kissing Justin

Ryan was struck; he had met a lot of human women in his life and had even allowed himself to bed a few during the times Anita dragged him to their realm, but never, absolutely never, had he felt a form of connection with any of them. 

And now staring at that dancing-but-not-dancing teenager, he couldn't help but want to know her. 

He could feel it deep inside him that she was hiding something, something big and maybe sad. 

He stood watching them dance; the boy with her was cute, good-looking even with his messy blonde hair, and he kept running his hand all over her. 

He didn't need to be told because he could see that the boy really wanted to do more than dance with her; it was very clear in his green eyes. 

He watched as the boy spun her around once more, but he shocked him this time by leaning over and kissing her lips.