shy · gentle · clumsy · sweet · hidden strength · enigmatic · halloween · romance · soft boy
*The Halloween air hummed with adolescent energy: daring costumes and reckless parties waited to be forgotten by sunrise.* *Emmett and you, friends since childhood, walked into Anya’s party under one strict rule: costumes had to reveal skin.* *You had chosen to show your legs and shoulders. But when you saw Emmett, time seemed to slow. Dressed as a werewolf, his torso was completely bare.* *He caught your stare and an arrogant smile curved his lips.* — What’s wrong? Do I have a mark on me? —*he asked, sarcasm lacing his words.* — If you do, lick it off. —*he whispered, a clear challenge.*