The Boy Kissed the Rabbit Chapter 2

I stared at him, my mind blank, trying to find the words to defend myself.

It was true, I had been childlike before. But that was because my kind—the succubi—don't awaken into our true selves until we turn twenty. Until then, our development is almost completely arrested.

Today, of all days, I had been planning to share the good news with him.

I had finally grown up.

I could finally wear the beautiful, sexy slip dresses I’d always dreamed of. I could finally develop the alluring curves of a woman.

But I never got the chance to tell him.

Instead, he’d cut me down with those hurtful words. A pang of real sadness hit me, and my eyes, true to my nature, turned red as a rabbit's.

Ethan’s frown deepened. "There you go again. Your eyes get red at the drop of a hat, like someone's bullying you."

A fresh wave of indignation washed over me. My true form was a rabbit; we were born with red eyes.

"Look, I've said what I needed to say. I'm leaving. You should head back to your dorm," Ethan said, turning to go.

But then, a wave of agony so intense buckled my knees. I collapsed onto the curb and started to cry.

It wasn't because of the breakup.

It wasn't because of his cruel words.

It was the ache.

An unbearable torment was consuming me from the inside out. The blood in my veins felt like it was boiling. My mouth was desert-dry, and my heart hammered against my ribs at a terrifying pace.

My mother had told me that after a succubus comes of age, we need to feed on passion and desire to survive. The simple kisses and cuddles I'd known before were no longer enough. Our needs were ten times stronger than a normal human's.

That’s why, she’d said, it was best to be in a relationship. With, well, one or more steady, strong, and capable… boyfriends.