Chapter 10

Bella's pov

"Good morning B!" Sam's voice rang out loud and clear.

"Ugh!" I rolled face down into my pillows wishing he would go away.

"I brought brownies!" He called from the kitchen. Brownies! Yum! I ran at inhuman speed into the kitchen and snatched the bag of brownies off him.

"I see you like brownies!" He chuckled, I glared at him whilst shovelling a few brownies I my mouth. He sat on the counter drinking water from a glass.

"You have a habit of making yourself at home don't you?" I smirked and threw a brownie at him.

"And you have violent mood swings!" He chimed, smiling at me.

"And there goes civility dweeb" I hissed.

"And here they are!"

"SHUT UP!"

"On one condition..."

"Anything!"

"Okay dinner is at 7" ad with that he hoped of the counter and headed toward the door.

"DID I MISS SOMETHING?"

"Nope!" He slammed the door behind him, since when did people feel they had permission to boss me around?

"Damn you Samuel Uley!" I called after him; my answer was a hearty chuckle. I grimaced, that was not supposed to be funny. I munched on the brownies for a while before going back to bed.

5:30

If he thinks I'm going to dress up or make any effort he was wrong! Heck, I wasn't even going to show up! I sure as hell did NOT want to have a date with anyone! Much less Samuel freaking Uley!

6:00

Ha! He's going to be waiting at home for a long time!

6:30

I hope he enjoys cold dinner!

6:45

What the HELL am I going to wear?!

Oh well, I just won't show up. I kicked myself for even thinking of it.

7:00 on the dot

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"You have the stupid key!" I yelled.

"Nice to see you too honey!"

"Go get hit by a truck" I seethed.

"Figured you wouldn't show, so I thought I'd bring Chinese takeout. Oh and by the way I like you're clothes."

I looked down, I was wearing a pair of blue Capri pants and a 'who are you and why are you reading my T-shirt?' shirt on. Damn! I hadn't noticed what I'd thrown on today!

"I'd tell you go get lost but I'm hungry." I pouted, feeling rejoiced he had come but miserable at the same time.

"Admit it! You want to have a date with me!" He challenged, taking my hand. I ignored the electricity and heat of his subtle motion.

"Thanks! But I don't have habit of lying!"

"You're lying now though."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

He sealed his lips to mine. Whoa!

"Sam- get- off- me!" I tried to speak around his lips. A small part of me wanted to hold on to him and kiss him back, but the bigger part screamed 'Jake!' I didn't know what to do anymore! Jake had gone, left me in the forest that day. Sam had never hurt me; he protected me from Paul before he knew me. And I didn't know what to do or who to choose any more!

Sam reluctantly pulled back but held me against his chest.

"I know you feel it; I know it B. Don't lie anymore. It will only hurt us both." Sam pleaded; I could feel the desperation rolling off of him in visible waves.

"Sam! I am an imprint!" I stressed, still not denying or admitting my feeling towards him.

"Yes, you are mine! Jacob left you; he abandoned you when you needed him most! I would NEVER do that to you!"

I looked down; he put his thumb under my chin and tilted my face up forcing me to look him in the eye.

"Sam, that doesn't change the facts." I mumbled.

"Maybe not but we can!"

"The food isn't getting any hotter!" I deflected his remark and tried to change the subject.

"I mean it!" He ignored me deflection pulling my face close again but not kissing me, as much as I wanted to kiss him, I knew it was wrong. Clearly I had more self control.

"And so do I, isn't this supposed to be a 'dinner date'?" He took a deep breath and patiently took heed in my hint that it was time to change the subject.

Dinner went smoothly, but I didn't miss the longing glances and the little scooches nearer to me on the couch. I made polite conversation such as 'how is your imprint?' I thought someone should remind him.

"She isn't my imprint anymore." He didn't look sad at all, in fact he looked happy.

"Shame. What happened?"

"You happened."

"Oh, excuse me I need the bathroom" I dashed for the toilet and sat on the floor head in hands trying to figure out what I did to deserve this sick karma. Maybe it was like on the Goodman show, it would all be for people's entertainment.

"B? Are you okay?" Asked through the door.

"Screw this!" He ripped the door off its hinges and strode over to me, sitting next to me with his arm around my shoulders.

"Are you okay?" He asked again, I just laughed shaking my head.

"I don't know! I really don't know!"

"Let me make you okay." Sam decided, as he kissed me. All I could think was 'maybe it would be nice somewhere other than a toilet' or 'really? This is sooo uncomfortable!'