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Brady's POV
"Forever has no meaning when you're living in the moment. I wasn't ready for that moment to end." -Burned, Ellen Hopkins

We were lying on the couch, watching The Betrayed. I had never really wanted to imprint, but now having Sophia in my arms, I wished it had come sooner. I leaned into her, smelling her sweet coconut scent that flowed freely off her perfect body. She must have noticed because her heart speed up, making me smile inwardly. I had seen this movie before, so I knew that it was coming to the end soon.

Would she want me to leave?

Just like I had predicted, the credits started rolling across the screen. I looked over at her to see that she had fallen asleep. I gently tapped her shoulder but she didn't move. I tapped it again and she mumbled something I didn't catch. I took my other hand out of her much smaller one and brushed a piece of dark wavy hair out of her face, but she still didn't move. I gently kissed her cheek, and this time she moved slightly and rubbed her eyes with her small fist. I couldn't help but laugh a little; my imprint was too adorable.

After gaining full consciousness, she sat up the looked at me and smiled again. I loved her smile, especially when I was the reason for it. If the only thing I did in my life was keep that smile on her face, I;d die a happy man.

"Sorry," she said. I propped my head up on my elbow and gave her a questioning look. "For falling asleep," she finished.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Don't worry about it," I said with a smile.

She stood up and looked at me still lying down on the sofa. "What about a tour of the house?" She asked unsurely.

"I would love that," I answered, as I took her hand in mine, intertwining our fingers, noticing how perfect they fit together.

We made it up the spiral staircase after finishing the downstairs. Her house was unbelievable huge. I didn't understand why they needed such a big house since she was an only child and her parents weren't even living there at the moment. My family didn't have a lot of money, so maybe I just didn't understand the mind set of wealthy people. Although her house was beyond nice, besides furniture, there was no evidence that a family lived there at all. The walls were almost entirely bare, with only a few framed pictured scattered across them. I noticed that in the few pictures there was, she was never standing with her parents.

One specific picture stood out to me. It was she and Callie, the girl with her when we met. They were standing on the beach. Sophia looked gorgeous, like she always did, with her long hair tied up and the white bikini showed off her petite, but curvy, body. What stood out the most to me was the star tattoos that started at her right hip bone and worked up the side.

"You have a tattoo?" I asked surprised. She didn't' seem like the type of girl that would have or want any tattoos, but it was hot.

She laughed, pulling up the hem of her shirt to relieve the bottom of her flat honey colored stomach, and I saw the same tattoo from the picture.

"Yeah, it was kind of a spur of the moment thing, Callie got one on her sixteen birthday, and I went with her and decided to get one too," she explained and pulled her shirt back down.

"I like it," I told her and honestly. I liked everything and anything about her.

She smiled softly at the compliment and continued to point out rooms. She pointed out an office and another bathroom before she stopped at a door that had a handmade sign on it. It said Sophia in cursive with two little flowers at the beginning and end of her name.

She pointed to the little sign. "Callie thinks she's artistic," she said, and I chuckled.

Her room was a light green with dark brown furnishings. It was the only room in the house I'd seen with any actual color: everything else was just plain neutral colors. The bed was in the middle, and I smirked at the pile of blankets she had neatly folded up at the bottom of her bed. She had two matching bedside tables, which had black lamps on them. A desk was pushed in the corner with a laptop and various magazines placed on it.

As we walked farther in, I could see the room got even bigger on the right side. There was a huge window with a window seat and a bookshelf next to it. The bookshelf was filled completely and very tidy. Her whole room was tidy, unlike mine, where I would go weeks without seeing the carpet.

"Nice room." I said with a nod, as she walked over to her bed and sat down.

She smiled sheepishly, "Thanks, I picked out most of the stuff."

I looked at the books again, "You like reading?" I didn't know that much about her, although I wished I did.

"Yeah, most of my favorites are in the library though." She shrugged her shoulders. I chuckled. The girl had a library in her house- amazing.

I looked over at the CD cases she had placed on her nightstand. I recognized and liked a few of the bands, which was a good thing since my ex loved every band I hated. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket; I took it out and flipped it open. Speak of the devil, I thought to myself. It was a text from Alexandra, my ex.

Hey baby I miss you! Come over later?

I quickly texted back a simple 'no' before directing my attention back to Sophia.

"Did you want to…" my sentence was cut off by my phone ringing.

I groaned, pulling the phone out of my pocket and looked at the caller ID: Alexandra. I knew if I didn't answer she would continue to call. Alex was a repetitive and determined person. I sighed, apologizing to Sophia with my eyes before answering.

"Brady, what the fuck was up with that text!?" Her voice had never been this annoying before, but maybe it was just that it was nowhere near as soft as my Sophia's.

"I'm busy, Alex. Why are you even calling?" I asked, praying that Alex wouldn't say anything stupid because I knew Sophia, who was sitting a few feet away on her bed, could hear everything she was saying.

"Because you're being an ass! You weren't acting like this at Marissa's last weekend," she yelled over the blaring music in the background of wherever she was.

Sophia glanced at me with sad eyes before turning her attention back to her cell phone, and I automatically felt horrible. Embry, who had imprinted on my old neighbor, Melody, had explained this to me before; you felt whatever your imprint felt.

Here I was standing in Sophia's house, talking to my obnoxiously loud ex-girlfriend who just announced that we'd been together last weekend. My imprint was going to hate me before I could even get the chance to know her.

"I don't care; I'm busy. Bye, Alex."

She huffed, yelling at someone in the background to let her 'hit that', "Whatever, call me when you're done playing games," she exhaled whatever she was smoking loudly before hanging up.

I looked back over at Sophia who was still concentrated on the computer. "I'm sorry… that was my ex, and if I don't answer, she'd never stop calling," I explained, mentally kicking myself for referring to Alex as my ex-girlfriend.

"Oh well, I'm not like that, if she's the type of girls you're into," she said, her dark eyes boring into mine.

I looked at her skeptically. "Like what?" I asked dumbly.

"Wild, loud, party girl," she paused. "I'm not like tha,t and I won't ever be," she finished.

What she had said made me realize just exactly how different Sophia and Alex were. Alex held a beauty that was only there thanks to hair-dye, make-up, and short tight clothes. During the wasted six months I spent with Alex, the times we actually had a meaningful conversation could be counted on one hand. Our relationship consisted of the pattern; sex, fight, break up, make up. Alex was extremely wild, a trait I learned quickly I did not want in a girlfriend.

Sophia was different, different in the best ways possible. She was sweet and actually listened when I spoke, something I definitely had not had with Alex.

Besides that, Sophia was naturally breathtakingly beautiful. Everything from her dark doe eyes to her dimples seemed to amaze me. I'd been with a lot of girls- a list longer then I'd like to admit- but Sophia was easily the best looking of all of them.

"I don't want someone like that. If I did, she would still by my girlfriend."

She nodded. "Okay, I guess I'll take your word for it." She sat Indian style on her bed and moved over so I could sit next to her.

"So tell me what La Push is like," she asked and tilted her head to the side slightly.

"I've never lived anywhere else, so I don't know…it's just home," I replied.

"You guys don't really jump off of cliffs there, right?" she asked nervously, as if she shouldn't be, and lay down, fixing her eyes on the ceiling.

I laughed loudly, "Sophia, who tells you this stuff?"

"Callie, but I don't believe everything she tells me. So I'm asking you."

"Yeah, we go cliff diving," I stated simply, not realizing how odd that must have sounded to a girl who was from Seattle.

"So let me get this straight," she paused. "You guys are so bored that you jump off cliffs for fun?" she asked with wide eyes, and I laughed at her observation.

"I guess you can say that," I smiled and lay down next to her.

She rolled over into my side. "You're so warm," she said, and I wrapped my arms around her. The feeling I had when I held Sophia in my arms was indescribable. I now understood why all my brothers had to be near their imprints near at all times.

"So what do you want to do now?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't want me to leave yet.

"Kiss me again," she offered sweetly, and I was completely obligated to do whatever my Sophia wanted.