Hidden Monster
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Flying with Blake and Mack was incredible. I had half hoped being the most recently changed and having the newest formula would give me an edge, but I was wrong. Both of them could not only leave me in their dust, but their accuracy in maneuvering amazed me. It soon became clear Blake’s ability far outdid ours. Guess it’s like anything in life—it takes lots of practice. Seeing Blake’s skill, I wondered if that was why Kory needed him. I glanced over at him flanking my right side, Mack ahead of us a few paces. Blake was purposely going slower to stay near me. He was a natural, his muscular body gliding along as his wings sliced through the air. He makes a tough dragon. His eyes met mine; the irises more brilliant than I’d ever remembered them being. Everything about him seemed to be illuminated. He grinned and flew closer to me.
“Do you like it?” he asked breathing hard.
I closed my eyes and grinned, shooting straight up into the air doing pirouettes. I shouted, “Yes!” the whole way up.
I could hear Blake laughing below me and then felt him surge up next to my body, mimicking my spins. I didn’t know how he kept our wings from becoming a tangled as we spun together, his body pressed close to mine. I gasped at the new sensation filling me, Blake’s scent overwhelmingly appealing. Our eyes met, his dancing with the rush we both felt. He cradled my face in his hands. Somewhere in my head, I knew we had to stop spinning, or at least be aware of where we were going. There are tall trees and mountains, right? And Mack is probably watching…
I had a hard time breathing. I felt lightheaded, disoriented. And I knew it wasn’t from the flying. Blake lit a fire within me. Our wings slowed down; it felt like we were dancing in the air, with Blake taking the lead.
His eyes probed mine. “Sam? Do you still think I did it all?”
In that moment, I didn’t care what I believed—my heart and body had taken over. I wanted Blake more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. Just like the school dance. I hadn’t realized then, my damsel side had taken charge, throwing me into Blake’s arms to dance.
“No, I believe you, Blake,” I said, my hands covering his.
His grin turned boyish, like a kid at Christmas. He pulled me into his arms, embracing me as we slowed enough to be hovering in the air.
“Thank you, Sam,” he whispered into my ear, his lips brushing the skin, leaving goose bumps in their trail.
“You’re welcome. Blake… I want to tell you something.” My heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest. I had to tell him how I felt. I had to relieve the pressure building up within me. “I—”
“Hate to interrupt,” Mack blurted, suddenly too close. “But we have company.”