We sat there facing each other, my hands playing with what ever they could get themselves on. Although I wished it to be Edmund. My eyes had found a spot on the ground which I had been sure to get interested in so that I did not faint when I looked at his sandstone skin.

"You have some theories to what I am?" Edmund asked me, he was referring to the incident in the car where I had told him that I knew he wasn't normal.

"Yes," I admitted to him, not able to lie to him.

"Can you please tell me some of them?" He said in that silk smooth voice I couldn't resist.

"You will think that they are stupid," I admitted bringing my eyes up for the first time having the wind knocked out of me as I saw him again. He continued to look like a roman god.

"I won't think that they are stupid if they come from you Angie," he said using my nickname. I felt a blush creep up on my face as I nodded, agreeing to tell him.

"Well I have this one theory that you are kind of, not human," I said looking at him waiting for his reaction.

"What do you mean not human?" He asked me, his dark eyes piercing mine.

"Don't worry it is stupid," I then quickly said shaking my head, he would just laugh.

"Please…"

"Well I have this theory you are a werewolf." I said.

He look straight at me, I felt my stomach tied up in knots. This wasn't a theory I knew for sure that he was a werewolf. After all, it had taken me three weeks to figure it out after Jason told me the legends of the werewolf, and also the fact that Jason told me to be aware of Edmund. If he was, it would explain so much about him. I tore my eyes away from him and looked down to his granite chest that was showing seeing he was not wearing a shirt. I couldn't help but blush more as I thought about it.

"How…How did you know?" He asked his hand touching my chin as he brought my face up to his.

"I was visiting a family friend down in la Pull, and he told me some of the legends and one was about werewolves, and well I just thought that…" I said unable to finish it caught, no transfixed in his smoldering eyes.

"I am glad that you figured it out," he said bringing my head closer to his with just one finger, I didn't have the will power to resist such a strong call.

"Why?" I barely managed to wheeze out.

"Because I love you Angie," he replied pushing his lips again mine. I felt as if I had turned to jelly as he wrapped his strong sandstone arms around me. My head was swimming as I let him take control of the situation.

Then it hit me, he just said that he loved me. Edmund Sullen love me. And there was something inside of me that wanted to scream out to anyone that I loved him as well. He drew away giving me a soft, angelic, amazing, saintly smile. I felt my heart skip a beat as I watched him trying to regain my breath as I stared at him.

"I love you too," I managed to say. I looked up into his eyes leaning forward pressing my lips against his.

It had been two weeks since we had confessed our passionate love for each other. We were sitting in my room with both of us lying on my bed. Edmund holding me close to him.