They both stare at each other, interested to see which of them will concede first and move towards the other.
              Brietta grins at Scott before tilting her head, "This is so wrong."
              Scott huffed out a breathy chuckle, "Do you really believe that?" 
              Brietta shrugged, but she had a smile on her lips. Scott bites his lip and waits for a beat before he finally moves toward her and joins her in the other seat. He braces himself on the back of the seat in front of them as he hovers over her, their lips brushing against each other.
             "So? Do you?" Scott sought, his lips moving against Brietta's smiling lips. "No." As soon as the words came out, Scott closed the gap between them, and the world around them seemed to fade into the background.
              Their first kiss was tentative, a delicate meeting of warm breaths and soft touches. Scott's hand slid from the back of the seat to gently cradle Brietta's cheek, his fingers lightly brushing her skin. He could hear the rapid beat of her heart with his advanced hearing, mirroring his own.
              Brietta's fingers found their way to the nape of Scott's neck, threading through his hair as she deepened the kiss. Their mouths opened, and their tongues met in a dance that spoke of longing and desire. The taste of each other was sweet and intoxicating, leaving them both breathless and hungry for more.
              Scott's hand trailed from her cheek to her tank top, sliding the strap down one of her shoulders, revealing a lacy bra underneath. Just as Scott starts kissing Brietta's neck, the hand braced on the back of the seat grips harder, and he feels his nails extend into claws.
              He grips even harder in an attempt to control himself, slashing the leather seat with four of his claws.
              Realizing that he's starting to transform, he pulls away from Brietta, keeping his head down and concealing any Werewolf features that may emerge as he struggles to control himself.
              "Scott?" Brietta called to him as she adjusted her tank top strap, putting it back into place. 
              Scott steps back and turns so that he's facing the back of the bus. He braces himself on the backs of two seats with each hand as his breaths become even harder, keeping his head down as he speaks in a low, urgent tone of voice, "Get away!"
              Brietta scrambles up from the seat and rests her hand on his shoulder, "Scott? Are you okay?"
              "Get away from me." After a brief second, Scott's ears finally lengthen until the tips are pointed. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he turns to face Brietta.
              As she took in his altered features, a gasp escaped her lips, sending a jolt of surprise coursing through his chest. 
              Brietta inched backward down the narrow aisle toward the door, her movements cautious, like a cornered prey trying to escape. Scott mirrored her, a predator closing in on his quarry. A low, fearful cry escaped her as she turned and made a desperate dash for the exit. But Scott proved too swift, dropping to his knees and snatching her ankle, sending her tumbling to the bus's floor.
              Brietta's scream pierced the air, her heart pounding so rapidly it felt like it might escape her chest. Scott dragged her backward toward the rear of the bus, and in her frantic struggle, she clawed for anything to break free from his grasp. Her fingers grasped at the metal bars securing the seats to the bus's floor and the backs of the seats themselves. During this desperate struggle, her face scraped against the floor, drawing blood.