Preface
I gently ran my fingers from the tip of his nose down to the back of his head.
"Are you sure you'll be fine?" I asked him.
"Are you kidding? It's just a little fever. Besides, I've got the best damn doctor in this planet!"
"Best damn doctor my ass!" I laughed, and soon found him laughing with me.
"Hey, it's getting really hot. Could you help me take my shirt off?" My eyes widened in shock with his little request.
"Don't think green, Leah." He chuckled.
"Sorry." I chuckled back as I helped him up and pulled his sweaty shirt from his body. A surge of pain and insecurity went through me with what I saw—all the muscles his shirt concealed were...way bigger than before. I put the shirt away and looked at him intently, from head to toe. He was already out of my league.
"Hey, you got hotter." I croaked.
"Don't compliments like those usually come with a smile?" His head looked up, and his eyes that I could look at all day were full of curiosity.
"Well, yeah. It's good for you, not that much for me."
"Why?" His meaty fingers got a firm hold of my chin.
"You know, what if you see this girl who's equally as hot as you are? You'd leave me alone."
"I won't, Leah! I'm the one who's afraid of you leaving me for a hotter guy."
"You know I won't. And my situation's more realistic."
There was a long period of silence. Nothing was heard but the pitter-patter of the rain and his heavy breathing.
"You remember those stupid werewolf stories our parent used to tell us?" He broke the silence.
"Yeah. What about them?"
"You remember the imprinting thing?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I know that werewolves don't exist, Leah. But I'm sure the imprinting thing does."
"It doesn't."
"I believe it does. The way they describe it, it's exactly how I feel about you. If I were a werewolf, I'm definitely sure that you're my imprint."
I couldn't say anything, so I smiled and placed the cold compress on his head. As I watched him drift to sleep, I was sure of how I felt. I love Sam more than anything else, and I don't know what I'd do if he left me.