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4. ANSWERS

A musky, woodsy scent was all I could smell. And it smelt good. I didn't really remember the events of last night. Something about wolves and printing something… No wait, not printing, imprinting. How the werewolves imprint on certain people and become bonded to them. A weird phenomena the werewolves have.

I opened my eyes, and realized I was laying on someone's chest. I could hear the heartbeat that had put me to sleep the night before. I picked my head up to see Jacob staring at me. "Good morning." His face lit up as he said the words. We stared at each other for a few minutes before he said, "You talk in your sleep, you know."

"I do? What did I say?" Something embarrassing probably… I felt my cheeks getting red as I thought of what I could've possibly said.

He just smiled. "Nothing important really." I could tell he thought it was important. The sly look on his face made me highly curious.

But instead I went a different direction. I still didn't have an answer from him. I rolled off of him, onto my back. "Jacob, why did you run yesterday? Why didn't you just tell me back at the Cullen's?"

He propped himself up on an elbow. "I wasn't… sure if we could imprint on other guys. I had to talk to Sam about it." He looked down. I saw then, that he really didn't want to imprint on a guy. But like he said, he really didn't have a choice. It just happened.

"What does Sam think?" I hoped that he wasn't going to be ostracized by his pack because of me. I would feel horrible.

He smiled again. "Sam says that we just imprint on who we imprint on. We have no control. It just happens whether we want it to or not."

I pondered that for a minute and then focused on the last part, "So you didn't want to imprint on me?" I sat up. This was going to be a long conversation.

He looked confused. "I… Umm…" It was like he didn't know what to say. How could he not know what he wanted? Unless…

"Jacob are you debating on what to tell me because you don't want to hurt my feelings?" His expression showed me that I was right. I continued before he could speak, "Jacob look, I always want you to be honest with me. Whether you think I'd like the answer or not. Because I wouldn't like being lied to, even if it was to protect me."

Nodding his head, he spoke, "Ok. I understand. Well at first, no. I didn't want to have imprinted on a guy. But after thinking about it and seeing you again here, I realized that it doesn't matter. Not that I really had a choice anyway."

"So you're happy having imprinted on me?"

"Are you happy I imprinted on you?" His expression was blank.

It took me a minute but he really needed an answer, that much was obvious. "Of all the people that could fall in love with me, I think you are a good choice." I was dancing around a real answer, because I didn't have one. I didn't know. I wished I knew why this was so difficult. Would I have had the same trouble if it was with a girl?

He looked down for a brief minute then looked back up, smiling again. "If you're happy, then I'm happy." Once more the serious expression took over his face. "Terry… What do you want to do…?"

"…Eat?" I suggested trying to make him smile again. His mood really alters the atmosphere.

A brief smile crossed his face, and then faded away. "Would you like something? I'll make you whatever you want, but please, can you answer me?"

I didn't want to. I didn't have an answer. "What do I want to do about what?" I was hoping playing dumb would by me some time.

He sat right in front of me, his face nearly inches from my own. "What do you want to do about this?" He grabbed my hand and placed it on his bare chest. His strong heartbeat increased as my hand rested atop it. "About us?" He placed his own hand on my heart. My heart rate went up as well, with his warm hand on my chest.

I didn't know he affected me like that. I didn't know my heart would speed up to the touch of another man. But does it really matter? Why do I keep thinking about this as two men. Why can't I think like two people. Two souls. Connected. I leaned forward subconsciously, snapping back into reality less than an inch from his face. I could feel his hot breath on my lips. I looked in his eyes. I saw extreme restraint. He was waiting for me to do it first. And I was glad for that. I sat back a little, never breaking eye contact. "Why don't we see how this plays out?"

He nodded. Quite obviously not the answer he wanted, but definitely not the answer he feared. "I can wait." The tension finally broke in the room as a smile crossed his face once more. I couldn't help but smile back. "So how about that breakfast?" He got off the bed, and held the door open for me.

I just stared at him, marveled at what I was getting in to. What was I getting in to? I didn't know. I'm pretty sure he didn't know either. But I was ok with that. For now.