(Klaus)
It was just a game—the usual game my friends and I played. I was confident that I would win since I never lost but when I felt like I was punched in my gut and stabbed in my chest when I watched them that day at the restaurant, I knew. I knew I lost the game I started. All I wanted was to taste her. I was given a lot of opportunities to do so but I don't know why I always held back. It was not me. I wasn't him. Klaus would never hold back. If he was offered a prey in front of him, he would never second think about pouncing on it.
The first time I kissed her in the car, it felt like it wasn't the first time I kissed her. It felt familiar but yet unfamiliar. I know it doesn't make sense but I really can't explain the feeling. It's hard to describe. When I planted my lips on hers,
