Okay here is the next chapter...had a bit of writers block not really knowing how to proceed but finally inspriation hit...hope you enjoy loved your reviews sorry the last chapter was so short sometimes i just have all kinds of ideas and others i struggle with writing on sentence. haha
Larke's POV
He left, he just got up and left after dinner without a word to me. Why am I upset it is not like it matters I am being utterly absurd. Why do I care, he has to work then he has to go, I just never realized that he had a job before, thinking of jobs I need to consider that soon.
I push important things like jobs far from my brain; I cannot concentrate on that right now I must stop thinking. Sleep is what I need.
I have successfully been lying here for hours and I see the sky is already looking blue. I frown at myself wondering what is wrong with me…I should feel tired I had a long day yesterday. I could never sleep if I had anything on my mind. As much as I told myself to stop thinking the more I couldn't help it.
I sigh and resigning to get up and start breakfast, groaning in realization that I still hadn't remembered that I wanted to buy a coffee pot but it is not like La Push has a local Wal-Mart supplying my every need. I would have to ask where I could find one, keeping myself awake in the morning has been substituted with caffeinated tea but it doesn't have the same ring as a steaming hot cup of Joe.
I start cooking breakfast deciding that waffles would be as good as anything else I could construct and if anyone shows up it is easy enough to just throw another one into the iron. I whipped up a gigantic bowl of the waffle batter pouring a generous portion into the hot waffle iron. I place the rest of the batter on the counter and cover it with a towel just in time to enjoy my waffle. Just as I was settling in my seat the back door, opens and several large shirtless men stumble in sniffing the air curiously.
"I suppose you are all hungry?" I laugh as I state the obvious.
"Of course, what did you not make any extra?" Seth asks frowning at the solitary waffle on my plate.
"No, I was waiting to see who wanted some, not everyone likes waffles." I state taking a large buttery bite of my food.
Their mouths open and I swear I can see drool forming in the corners just waiting to slid out. I laugh as I get up moving back to the kitchen leaving my plate on the table still donning I forth of my waffle.
"Who ever wants the last of my breakfast feel free." I smirk turning around to see the four large beasts fight over the minuscule portion.
"That was cruel…" Jake replies after losing the scramble.
"Don't worry you can have dibs on the first waffle Jake, just cause your so adorable when your upset." I say pouring the batter into the still hot iron.
Jake, Seth, and Brady lounge in the dinning room and I see out of the corner of my eye Embry slowly sauntering towards the kitchen.
"So…Can I watch you cook this time or am I still too distracting?" Embry smirks at me raising his eyebrows taunting me.
"I suppose I don't need to concentrate to make Jake's waffle, but if you have any sense of self-preservation I would highly suggest you don't distract me too much when I get to your food."
"Really? Are you gonna poison me?"
"No, but I might just run out of batter since your observably not as ready to eat as your friends waiting at the table." I laugh eyeing his three friends amusingly.
"Just because I'm not as patient as they appear to be doesn't mean I don't want to eat, but I guess if you don't want to feed me I'll just have to find something to distract me from my hunger." He says moving behind me whispering the last part in my ear. I tense and try to cover it up by taking Jake's waffle out of the iron a little too soon. I place it on a plate and slip away from Embry and into the dinning room.
Embry is sitting on the counter next to the waffle iron when I come back eyeing me with a weird expression on his face making me feel a bit uncomfortable. I shrug it off and continue with making the massive amounts of waffles passing them to the four boys as each one is done cooking. Embry still sitting on the counter grabs my wrist pulling me towards him gently. I end up between his knees and look up at him as my eyes widen as his sudden movement.
He leans down towards me ear and whispers, "Thank you for the waffles." I stand there frozen unsure of what to do, lost in my apprehension to the situation. As he straightens back up, I feel his lips press a quick kiss on the top of my head and his hot hands trail down the sides smoothing my hair.
I freak, but I honestly don't know why.
I place my hands instinctively in front of me and pull away only to realize after the fact that I had place my hands for the briefest moment on the upper part of Embry's thighs. I blush red turning towards the kitchen sink hastily intent on washing all the dishes to hide my embarrassment. My hand burns under the sink water as I rinse the dishes, reminding me of how close my thumbs and fingers were to him and where exactly.
I quickly change the water to cold and finish rinsing the dishes. I turn around searching the kitchen for a hand towel, my hands now dripping cool water on the floor. I jump suddenly when I notice him leaning against the counter on the opposite side of the room smirking at me.
"Where's the towel?" I question looking at my hands.
He laughs and tosses it at me hitting me effectively in the face. I roll my eyes at his efforts as I dry my hands and throw the towel towards him. Of course, he catches it grinning wildly at me. I get an ominous feeling seeing him look at me that way and I turn to leave the room looking for where Jake and the others are, only to find them no longer in the dinning room. A little fear stirs inside me, the images of what a rabbit feels like when being stalked by a predator flashes into my mind as I quickly turn towards the living room.
The second I turn the corner and see Jake and Seth lounging on the floor in front of the TV, I hear a low growl behind me, turning around I am tackled onto the couch. I flush red, as I feel Embry's body move against mine pinning me down. The wild grin still on his face, his knees on either side of my waist, and his hands resting beside my shoulders; he leans down his face inches from mine, his eye trying to bore holes in mine.
"Teach you to throw a towel at me." He says quietly keeping his eyes locked on mine.
"Can't keep your hands off her, huh Embry?" Seth taunts from across the room where I hope he isn't watching.
I slowly turn my head, breaking eye contact with Embry and see Seth and Jake both watching us inquisitively. I try and move out of his grasp but quickly realize I am no match for him.
"Are you gonna sit on me all day?" I ask now desperate to cure myself of the inquiring eyes.
"Wouldn't frown upon the idea, but I might not be able to control myself if you keep wriggling, I might just have to take a cold shower," He leans over towards my ear and whispers, "that is unless" his hips move against me and I press myself away into the sofa, "I didn't think so…" He moves back kisses my cheek with a soft kiss and scrabbles off of me with a softer smile on his lips.
Seth and Jake look like they are trying to hold back smiles, turn from me noticing my embarrassing state. I scramble into a sitting position pulling my knees to my chest as I try and focus on what is on the television. Embry didn't leave like I assumed when he got off me, but instead he had sat on the far end of the couch and now is attempting not to look at me.
What the hell I think as I sit there replaying the events in my mind, Why did I not freak out when he jumped on me? I knew Seth and Jake were here…I trust that Jake would never let his friend harm me, I think. Embry's eyes keep darting towards me every few seconds, I wonder if he is wondering if he scared me? What he did to me wasn't very dissimilar to what he did before, but his tone and presence was what was inherently different.
Out of the corner of my eye I see Embry slowly slide closer to me, until he his only inches away. Casting my eyes towards him, but not looking directly at him but more at the picture on the wall behind him, I whisper almost inaudibly, "What?"
"I wanted to make sure you were okay…I mean I didn't, did I….um?" Embry spoke softly clearly at a loss of what to say.
I frown at his stammering, unable to express in any words the answer to his questions. He looks pained as I rack my brain for something to say or do to let him know.
"C'mon…" I say grabbing his hand and walking towards the front door.
He hesitantly follows me out into the dreary morning.
"Where you guys off to?" I hear Jake yell from the front door.
"Be back later, don't worry Jake call if you need me I have my cell." I yell dragging Embry further away from the house. The security I felt in the house at their presence; dissipated and now is bordering on annoying.
"You know you shouldn't be alone with me Larke, you're gonna get me in trouble." He says with a conniving smile.
"Oh well, guess you better not give them anymore reasons not to trust you…" I say turning down the path heading towards the beach.
"Does that mean you trust me?" He says with a wide grin.
"Do you trust me Embry?" I throw the question back at him not wanting to tell him that I don't trust him.
"Yes, but I asked you first."
"If you have to ask then you already know the answer." I say curtly making his eyebrows scrunch together and frown slightly.
"Don't be such a grouch," I say turning around to face him and walking backwards in front of him.
"What are you doing your gonna fall…" He says but smiles.
"I'm not gonna fall, what do you think I am a klutz…I have two feet and I know how to use them both forward and backwards." I laugh.
"What other amazing talents do you have…other than walking that is?"
"I don't know, I just I haven't found many thing I am good at."
"I guess I'll just keep my eyes open for somethings you're good at."
I just chuckle at him not knowing what else to say.
"So do you think you are starting to like the beach more cause Seth told me you said you weren't a beach person?"
"Well my first impression didn't help much, but it is starting to grow on me, almost starting to miss it when I have been away, but I don't think I could be called a beach person yet."
"First impressions that important to you?"
"In your case I have made an exception, but generally speaking first impression don't mean a whole lot in the long run."
"What? Then what is the exception for?" He looks confused now.
"Well, there are parts of my first impression of you that I think will mater in the long run, and don't ask what." My voice growing stern at the end of the sentence.
"Do you want to sit here for awhile? He says motioning to a quaint area along side some cliffs.
"Sure." I say taking a seat in the sand next to him but keeping my distance.
"So you never answered my question back at the house?"
"Like I said before if you have to ask…" I trail off before finishing.
"Larke." He says frustrated. "Why can't you just be truthful with me, tell me what I'm doing wrong."
"You're not doing anything wrong at the moment, just relax and stop questioning you every action, if you screw up I am sure it will be obvious."
"I don't want to screw up."
"No one wants to screw up, you are talking to a paranoid freak here just to remind you?"
"You are not a freak," he states and whispers under his breath to himself, "If anyone is I am."
I sigh, at a loss of what else to do hearing the comment I shouldn't have.
"So how old were you when you got your first kiss?" He asks surprising me.
"High School, I was 17…my friends dragged me towards one of their friends and shoved me into him and before I knew it he kissed me, all part of their plan everyone was in on it but me…I was really shy." I say blushing thinking of the moment.
"That's rough." He says with a chuckle.
"What about you Mr. Ladies man?"
"I was 14, but that is all I remember probably wasn't very coherent at the time…so what did you enjoy doing while you were at school, maybe we do some of the same things around here."
"We mostly just hung out with our friends…I had two groups of friends that I felt comfortable around, the ones that liked to party L. introduced me to, but the others were more laid back and we just hung out at various peoples houses and goofed around, spur of the moment type of stuff."
"Sounds familiar…"
"I know I am a big pain…L. said everyone is always over and I am keeping them away…"
"No your not, I mean you are but they understand, but anyway there are only a few more of the guys to meet…I mean you have seen them all but how bout you decide when you want to meet them and I'll tell them to come after dinner sometime."
"I don't know…I mean."
"Fine how bout they come over tomorrow night after dinner and we will all just watch a movie or something."
"fine." I grumble feeling his desire for me to meet them through his voice. "How many are there?"
"Well, there's Paul, Collin, Sam and Emily, Quil you met him already, and you have met the rest of us."
"Wow…I guess I don't care anymore if the rest of you that I do know are around…those I know outnumber those I don't."
"So what kind of job do you have Embry, you work late at night?" I question looking for details of his life.
"Um, it is sorta like a neighborhood watch thing, I do for the tribal counsel, the pay isn't great, but it is something I've been doing since I was in high school and if we don't do it I don't think anyone else will."
"That cool, have you ever caught someone breaking the rules, or do you just let everyone slide?"
"Here and there, but we always 'patrol' in groups so that if we come across anything their usually outnumbered." He says smiling at what I can only guess is a memory or an inside joke.
"That's exciting."
"You have no idea, the adrenaline rush is beyond imaginable, I mean last summer Jake and I caught someone just before they broke the rules and had to chase him for quite sometime until backup arrived and we took him down."
"What do you get off on tackling men to the ground or something?" I joke hoping he doesn't take it badly I still don't know what set him off the last time.
He just laughs and I relax again.