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Pulling my hair over my shoulder, I section it off and begin to braid it as I walk slowly down the Olympic Trail, grateful for the mild weather. Embry follows close behind me, though his footsteps are so quiet it's nearly impossible to tell he's there. I'm told this is another 'wolf thing'. I smirk to myself as I tie off my braid and slip my hands into my jacket pockets, taking a deep breath.

"Where are we going, again?"

"You're going in the right direction." I can hear the grin in his voice, and I want to stop but keep moving.

"That's not what I asked."

"I know." He chuckles from behind me, and I roll my eyes. I can't decide if he's being secretive or just shy, but choose to believe the ladder.

Stepping up over a large tree root, I hop down and turn, glancing over my shoulder. "You know, I really hate surprises."

"I never said it was a surprise." Grinning, he sets a hand on the small of my back and gives me a nudge, guiding me forward. "We're almost there anyway."

"If you don't know where you're going, that makes it a surprise."

"Not exactly." He pauses, and I feel him looking down on me. "Sometimes it just means you're lost."

I glance up to give him a look before squeezing between two trees, coming out into a small opening. I feel Embry wiggling in between the trees behind me and step forward, glancing around the area.

"Is this it?" I look at him for a fraction of a second before turning back, moving further into the opening and toward the sounds of splashing water.

"I used to come here to think." His eyes follow me as I walk toward the cliff side and glance down, finding myself slightly surprised by how high up we are.

"To think about what?" I continue to stare down at the waves, but when Embry fails to answer I look up and turn, finding the area before me empty.

"Embry?" I step away from the cliff side and glance around, furrowing my brows slightly.

The snap of a twig causes me to jump, and I whirl around to find a large wolf standing before me. Gasping slightly, I take in the sight of it while remaining perfectly still. It's long grey snout leads into a tan mask over its eyes; its gray fur speckled with black spots along its back.

Tilting my head slightly, I take a cautious step forward. "Embry?"

The wolf slowly steps forward and bows its head, almost as if it's attempting to look less frightening. It's only once it's eyes meet mine that I'm sure it's him, and a small smile spreads across my face.

Taking another few steps forward, I stand face to face with him and raise my hands, setting them both on the sides of his snout. The sheer size of him is incredible, and I keep one hand in his fur as I cautiously step to the side of him, moving my hand over his shoulder.

"This is incredible." I glance back toward his front in time to see him turn his head towards me. Leaning into his shoulder, I slowly rub my fingers through his fur and wonder how anything like this could even be real. Shaking my head in disbelief, I gaze toward him and smile weakly.

Pushing off of his shoulder and stepping away from him, I walk toward his face and look up at him. He stares down at me expectantly and I shrug, my grin barely fading. "While this is nice, I think I prefer the old Embry..."

With that, he turns and walks away, maneuvering between a few trees before disappearing out of sight. When I can't see him anymore, I turn and walk back to the cliff side, smiling and wrapping my arms around myself.

Without warning, I can feel the heat from Embry radiating behind me. He slowly, as if scared, wraps his arms around me and pulls my back into his chest, his chin over my head. "Are you cold?"

"No. Not really." I turn, his grasp loosening on me as I look up at him. "Thank you. For sharing that with me."

He shrugs, as if it wasn't a big deal a month ago. "I'm glad you like me better this way." He smirks, though it fades slowly. "I actually brought you up here to ask you something."

"What's that?" I gaze up at him, my hands slipping back into my jacket pockets. We stand less than a foot from each other, and it's just barely enough to keep me warm.

"I know that this..." He waves his hand through the air, as if to gesture to everything around us, or just to all of himself. "...can seem like a lot. Being tied to one person, and feeling like you don't really have a say in the matter..."

He starts to pick at his nails, a tell tale sign that he's nervous. "But I want you to have a choice. So... I, uh... I was wondering if you'd want to be my... girlfriend?"

I raise my eyebrows, trying to conceal any look that might discourage him. "I thought it was you who didn't get a choice."

He shrugs, and while he still looks nervous, a slow grin spreads across his face. "Even if I did, I'd still want you."

I feel the blood rush to my cheeks and smile, shrugging my shoulders weakly. "Then I'd love to."

"You would?!" His eyes pop open wide and I laugh, nodding my head to reassure him.

"Yes, I would. It's like you said... this kind of dedication is a little hard to ignore."

He smiles wide and leans down, wrapping his arms around me tightly before lifting me up and whirling me through the air; setting me back on my feet after a few moments.

"I'm seriously so happy I found you. You have no idea." I laugh, stumbling back a bit after being twirled around. "I think I have a little bit of an idea."

He grins and sets his hand to his forehead, almost as if he's in disbelief, before dropping it back to his side. "Do you want to head back now? Maybe we can get something to eat?"

"Do you ever stop thinking about food?" I step closer to him and stretch out my hand, gingerly taking one of his in mine.

"Sometimes." He glances down at our hands, unable to hide the positively thrilled look on his face.

"Like when?" I take another step toward him. If it weren't for his height, we'd be nose to nose.

He stares down at me for a long moment, and I feel his hand tighten around mine. I wonder if he's aware he's doing it. "Like right now."

"Really?" I can hear my heart pounding in my ears, and wonder if he's able to hear it too. I feel every bit of energy I have coursing through me as he looks at me.

For a moment he's silent, as if nothing else around us exists. Finally, he slowly leans down, hovers for a moment as if to wait for my permission, before gently pressing his lips to mine.

I hardly know what I'm doing, but my eyes drift closed on their own and my lips move in synchronization with his. It's as if we've done this a thousand times and have just now stopped to allow ourselves to really feel it. When he pulls away, I feel both out of breath and satisfied all at once.

My eyes open and I see him looking down at me, an expression of wonder on his features. "Wow." He grins slightly and raises a hand, placing it against my cheek for a short moment before gliding it down over my neck and onto my shoulder.

"Is it always like that?" I barely whisper, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks.

"No." He smirks slightly, his hand squeezing mine. "It's never been like that."

I nod weakly in understanding, feeling slightly surprised with myself, before taking a deep breath. "Time to go?"

"Time to go." He agrees, keeping my hand in his and leading me out of the opening and into the forest, back onto the path that will lead us home.