A Wolf's Kiss

EPISODE 2: CROSSING THE LINE

BECKY ORDERED two cocktails, and in a few minutes, they were handed their brightly colored drinks in tall glasses. Dove took a sip, the drink was sweet, hard for anyone to detect the alcohol in it besides the sharp burn as it went down the throat.

“Isn’t this great?” Becky asked over the music, barely audible. “We should do this more often.”

Dove managed a weak smile and nodded her head even though she knew Becky could never bring her out again until probably next semester after another exam. The party was everything she feared, it was loud, crowded, and utterly overwhelming. But her best friend’s excitement was contagious.

They moved to a corner of the room watching everyone dance. Becky was scanning the crowd, her eyes lighting up now and then whenever she saw someone she knew. Dove, on the other hand, was feeling bad seeing as she was hindering Becky from having the time of her life. She loved how considerate of a friend, Becky was and there she was being inconsiderate. She kept her gaze low, focusing on her third drink and how the ice clinked against the glass.”

Dove felt a prickling sensation at the back of her neck, she felt like someone was watching her. She glanced around, her heart skipped a beat as her eyes locked on a figure standing on the opposite side of the room. He had a commanding presence, dressed in all black, he stood out.

Dove couldn’t break her eyes from the stranger’s gaze that remained fixed on her. There was a magnetism in his stare, she felt a pull towards it. She knew the alcohol was kicking in, that was why she was feeling extra sensual, why she was curious about that mysterious guy, she could hardly get a good look on his face.

“Dove, are you good?” Becky asked, concerned.

Dove looked pale like she’d seen a ghost. She tore her gaze away from the stranger, “Yeah, I’m good.” She replied with a smile.

The heat was suffocating but Dove took sips from her drink to ease her of the abominable condition of the party. Becky noticed Dove’s unease, she placed a reassuring hand on her arm. “You need to loosen up babe. Let the music take you.” she encouraged.

Becky sensed Dove’s anxiety was creeping up, she leaned in closer, then lowered her voice slyly. “You know,” she started, her tone playful with an edge of seriousness, “there’s something that might help with that.”

Dove looked at her, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

Becky glanced around before she pulled something small from her purse and held it in the palm of her hand. It was a tiny purple pill in the shape of Bart Simpson’s head.

“Ecstasy,” Becky said with a mischievous grin. “It’ll make tonight unforgettable, I promise.”

Dove smacked her arm, gasping dramatically. She had never done anything like that before besides the joint she occasionally shared with Becky in their home. This level was higher than her radar—this level was reckless, carefree, and rebellious, and she was the opposite of all of that.

She hesitated—her gaze shifted from the pill to the room of party animals, hollering, singing, and dancing.

But tonight… Tonight was different. She wanted to push her boundaries—she came to this party to push her boundaries.

Dove smiled mischievously, suddenly feeling audacious. She wanted to get the thrill of being a party animal, even if it was for one night.

Seeing all the bumping and thumping bodies possessed by the music and vices emboldened her to let loose and live a little. They looked happy and free.

After the stressful couple of weeks she had had, she did deserve to shed some weight off her shoulders.

“Let’s get wasted!” Dove yelled in Becky’s face in an attempt to be louder than the music.

Becky pursed her lips and stared at her friend amusingly as if she had two heads. She passed Dove her laced cocktail and they clinked their glasses.

“Let’s go on the best trip of our lives,” Becky said. They drank their cocktails and switched up to shots.

“Come on, Dovey,” Becky slurred—her voice was barely audible over the music. “Let’s go sweat it on the dance floor!” She tugged at Dove’s arm. Before Dove could gather her thoughts, she was swept into the beautiful chaos of dancing bodies.

At first, the music was like an assault on her senses, but she started to find rhythm as she danced with Becky. At first, her moves were stiff and awkward, but the alcohol and molly started to kick in and loosen her up. Dove let go.

Her hair was swaying at all angles alike to a waterfall of liquid moonlight, her arms in the air floating like they had a life of their own, her hips moving like her joints were greasy.

“Feel it yet?” Becky opened her eyes, a knowing smile on her lips as she saw how different Dove was. It was like she had unleashed the devil’s most prized treasure. Dove was like a divine seductress.

Becky led them deeper into the crowd, Dove smiling from ear to ear. This was the best night of her life—she felt so light, and it felt so good. She was in tune with everything—every beat of the music sent a spark of pleasure through her. Every flash of light made her feel more fierce and powerful.

His eyes glued to her body. She was enchanting, like an angel. The eloquent lady had the brightest smile on her face as she danced with her friend.

Dove looked around and saw Becky, the ever-social butterfly, had sought herself a new dance partner, some guy with questionable fashion sense. But she didn’t mind that she was alone.

She focused on the mouth-watering guy with the eyes of death. His movements were smooth and powerful, like he controlled the atmosphere around him.