Elsie!
"I can't believe you got me to wear
this."
Elliot murmured under his mask, glad that whatever charms had been put on made it easy to kiss Elsie even with the obnoxious nose. He hadn't been able to stop kissing her in what felt like years, even though really...the past two months of his life had felt like a decade. Mentally, physically, it was as if he'd gone through every stage of life, experienced every emotion a million times over.
He'd only managed to not go insane because of the woman in his arms, and Elliot only slightly pulled away from her before he was kissing her again. Elsie had made him see that his life wasn't over and that there were a million things to live for. Liam, his sister, his father,
their future. Over the fear of losing his job, the stigma of being a werewolf, the thing that had terrified Elliot the most when he woke up was that Elsie would want nothing to do with him, that she'd be terrified of being with a werewolf.
Boy had he been wrong. The woman was even okay with
marrying a werewolf. Last weekend, in fact. Maybe that's what it was, the high of a newlywed letting Elliot get past his self-consciousness and wear the silly costume.
He should probably keep kissing her, then.
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