I woke up to an empty bed. Sitting up, I frantically searched my room for Jacob. My room wasn't very big so my over exaggerated looking really wasn't necessary.

I laid back in my bed, running my hands through my hair. The last I knew, Jacob was sleeping soundly in my bed with me. Our bodies were intertwined and it truly felt like we were getting somewhere in the crappy situation I want to call our relationship.

I let out a deep sigh missing his warmth right by my side. I didn't even know when Jacob had left. Did he wait until I fell asleep to run off? Or did he just wake up before me? Either way it was upsetting.

"What're you all depressed about?" Jacob's glorious voice filled my room.

I looked over to the source to see him climbing through the window, holding a box. He had a slight smile on his face when he saw how I looked at him.

"I take it you missed me?" He laughed softly, such a wonderful sound to hear. "Sorry I wasn't here when you woke up, I wanted to get you some breakfast to… I guess repay you for being so nice to me."

"Thanks." I smiled, getting out of bed to walk over to him. I headed straight for him and wrapped my arms around his chest, holding his body tightly to mine. I'm not entirely sure why I did that, I just needed his closeness.

"Uhh… Alright." Jacob laughed again and wrapped one arm around me. "You're gonna need to let go if you want to eat donuts."

We both sat there on my bed, eating donuts, talking, and just having an all around great time. It was such a drastic change in Jacob's behavior, I didn't know what to do with myself. I was so grateful.

"That was good Jacob, thank you." I smiled at him.

He shook his head. "Don't mention it. It was the least I could do. Like literally the very least I could do to make it up to you." He laughed, laying back on my bed, putting his arms behind his head.

I turned my head just to look at him. Such a peaceful expression was covering all of his features, if you saw him you wouldn't know he was the same guy as the one who… Well, you know.

Jacob opened his eyes and looked at me. A soft smile played at the corner of his lips as we stared at each other. "Seth, can I ask you something?"

I nodded. "Of course."

"What's it like being imprinted?"

That's when it hit me. Only I had imprinted. I imprinted on Jacob, but he didn't in return. My mind instantly thought of how this could turn into a horrible situation like the one Leah is in.

What if Jacob imprints on someone else? What happens to me?

I shook my head trying to get rid of the thoughts. If it were to happen, I should enjoy the time I have. "It's the best feeling in the world. You know that. I knew what it was like before I ever imprinted. Thanks to Sam and Jared and everyone else who's done it."

"I know that, but I never really asked them about it. Most of their thoughts when we were running patrols were about how badly they wanted to go home to have sex with their imprints." He chuckled. "I wanted to know what you feel about being imprinted anyway."

Sex?

The closest I got to sex with my imprint was being raped. It's a horrible thing to think about, your imprint using you like that.

Besides, we never actually had sex. Everything we did was oral.

"It's… complicated." I shrugged.

I didn't want to tell Jacob how horrible he made me feel. How I would go home and sit in the shower for hours trying to wash myself clean. How I cut myself to relieve the pain.

But seeing him here with me now, in my room, with that smile on his face, I truly am grateful I imprinted. There is no feeling in the world quite like having your imprint be happy.

"Because of how I treated you, right?" Jacob stared at me through his big, sorrowful eyes. I could truly see that he felt bad for what he did.

I looked back at him, trying to decide whether or not to lie. If I lied, he would probably just call me out on it or freak out asking why I still love him even with everything he did. If I told the truth, it would hurt him.

But lying would always make it worse.

I nodded, not knowing what I could say.

He nodded in return, surprisingly holding his composure quite well. "I'm sorry…"

"I know you are Jacob. That's why being imprinted on you feels so good. Because I know you truly feel bad for what you did." I smiled.

He sat up, scooting closer to me and stared deeply into my eyes. "I don't know if I really know what love is… But I know I can't accept yours, not yet anyway… But I will try to earn it…" He softly pressed his lips to mine.

I kept my eyes open, still not used to him being so soft and loving with me, and what I saw was him squeezing his eyes shut as our lips locked. I pulled back from the kiss to talk to him. "Jake… You don't have to kiss me if you don't want to. You don't have to be gay just because I imprinted on you… I could always be your friend…"

Jacob must've seen the pain in my eyes as I said that, because he gently brushed his fingers across my cheek. "I know you want more than that…"

I nodded again, slowly. "I do… But I'm whatever you want me to be, Jake. That's what the imprinter does."

Jacob leaned back on his arms, looking up at the ceiling. "I wonder…" He shook his head. "Nah never mind."

"What? What's on your mind?"

He sighed. "I wonder why I didn't imprint back on you. I mean, imprints are supposed to be like made for each other, right?"

"The person who imprints becomes whatever the imprint needs them to be. Most of them need them as lovers, that doesn't mean you have to." As much as it pained me to say, it had to be said.

"Seth, what if I imprint on someone else?"

There it was. The one thing I never wanted to think about.

I knew Jacob hadn't imprinted on me when I did on him. There would be no way he would've treated me the way he did, had he have.

"I don't know. I guess you become whatever that person needs you to be." I laid back in bed.

"Seth, I promise you, even if I do imprint on someone else, you will always come first. At least until I've made everything up to you." Jacob laid right next to me, his body toughing mine. "But I hope I never do. I couldn't stand doing that to you."

As much as those words meant to me, and how much I wanted to believe them, I know he couldn't promise that.