Chapter. Peace

Embry Call Pov-

In my living room, on the couch going over police work.

"Still up?" I hear Sarah whisper, and I glanced back at her tossed brown shoulder length hair.

Even with stressful bags under her eyes she was pretty.

"Yeah, Just doing some work on the reports on what happened the night of the carnival."

"Oh." She frowned sitting beside me on the couch.

"What's wrong?" I ask her as anxiety hides deeply beneath her eyes.

"Nothing, I had this dream of grandma Sarah."

"Really?"

Surprising at a time like this, I would've thought her nightmares would be filled with what happened on the beach and in the woods.

"She called me 'spirit girl'." She said playing with the outer line of the couch cushion between us.

"Spirit girl?"

What the heck does that mean?

"Yeah, don't ask what it is. ...but then the dream flashed of an attack at some boathouse and suddenly you were there, In your bathroom with me... shamping blood out of my hair."

"Woah." I said , wrapping my arms around her cold skin.

She shivered, then leaned away.

I unwrapped my arms as she held her left shoulder.

"Sorry, my shoulder still aches." She says.

"Sorry-"

"Ouch." She said as she touched her upper arm.

"I must have slept on it as well." She said and I nodded understanding, glancing down at her chest, visible of her almost seeing through white shirt. I touched my neck nervously, not wanting to stare too long.

"I've been meaning to get a new mattress." I say guilty, last time we actually laid on it at the same time, was a year ago when I took her virginity. "Yet, I could bandage your arm good and tight?"

"No that's okay, i'll let it be." She says.

"Do you want to talk more about the dream?" I asked, to keep from picturing her naked in my bed.

She may be my Imprint and fiance but she's not eighteen yet, we have a year and a few months for that day.

"No." She shook her head, scooting closer.

Placing her right hand on my cheek, leaning her mouth to mine.

Surprised, I didn't move. Even if I could , I knew I wouldn't want to.

I closed my eyes, with the feel of her cool breath.

With cold, wet lips she touched hers to mine and I fell into wanting to do nothing except pulling her close.

After the night she had, it was time she set her mind off onto something else… like me.

Slowly moving my lips with hers, I placed my hands on her waist. Her body felt nice and firm.

It's been a while. A week to think about it. Last time we made out. It was before I worked that double last tuesday.

She moaned, putting her hand in my hair. The sound made me instantly aroused.

Dammit.

I didn't want to stop. Kissing her felt so good.

Suddenly she moved her hands to my neck, both palms on each side with her thumbs on my cheeks.

"We should stop." She whispered, her breath sweet yet cold. I sighed.

"Yeah, and I should turn on the heat."

"What?"

"Your cold." I said opening my eyes to hers and she dropped her palms from my face.

I love when she touches me. It makes me feel like she's in need of my presents, physically, mentally and emotionally.

"Oh." was all she said and i could tell there was something bothering her.

"What's wrong?"

She shrugged looking down at her hands.

"You may not want to hear it right now."

I grabbed hold of her cold fingers, kissed them and then rubbed them in mine.

"My Sarah, the things inside of our heads are just as 'real' and 'important as anything else happening around us. I will always want to hear what's on your mind. No matter what say." I stated.

She smiles feeling relieved.

She pondered for a moment, squirming on the couch.

"Ah, Are you... ready ..for this?" she says pointing to me then herself.

"You kissed me remember?" I say to her.

"I know, I know." She sat up straight to the edge of the couch. "It's only been a year since the whole suicide-sex- thing….."

"I've realized that."

"Are you just doing that thing where you sense my anxiety and anxiousness and feel very pained about it so you want to take my focus off it by sex?"

"That obvious huh?" I say sarcastically.

"Embry…?"

"No, sex was the last thing from my mind."

She must have caught me checking her out.

"I'm not sorry, though. I love you , a part of me would always look where i shouldn't but even if it wasn't this second, You can't blame me for wanting to, please you. In the future i won't promise not to do it.'' I smirked.

"It's just... where it got us last time.. Being intimate-"

"I love you, Sarah. Yet we aren't ready for that."

"I love you too, and I can see that... so maybe I want a do over."

"Do over?" I questioned.

"Lets wait until we're married to have sex again."

I stared down at the couch thinking.

Now she's the one trying to please me.

The thing is, i feel that sex is the very least problem in her mind.

For whatever reason she wants to focus on the physical expat of us instead of the mental comprehension of herself and what happened in the woods. I saw what she did through Henry's mind, the entire pack had. Yet at this point, we're all freaked but more devastated by the deaths of Seth, Haylie and Noah... and with Taylor in a coma, we can only pray she'll make it.

"Alright." I nodded looking into her dark brown eyes.

In her I can sense fear and anxiety.

"Really?"

"Of course, One more year right?" I smirked.

"Think you can wait that long?" She asked and without a doubt I could.

Because if I'm being honest, to make love is the last thing on my mind.

"I've waited about a decade for you to be born, I think I'll manage just fine to wait any length of time to make love to you."

She smiled. She should know I'll try to be everything that she wants me to be. I hate those whom tried to harm her. I have to show her that our love will conquer it all.

"So…" She exhaled. "What do you want to do now?"

I wanted to ask her about what happened in the woods.

I wanted to ask her to tell me how she feels.

"Well, we could eat and go see Henry..." For now, I won't ask for a word. I'll wait until she's comfortable enough to talk to me.

"Food. I need food. Let's eat, then go see Henry, he should be with my parents or his mom." She says.

Standing from the couch.

"I'll cook." I say and she laughed.

"No, you finish work, I'll cook some tacos."

I smirked, I love her tacos and I definitely rather them then to be looking forward to the casseroles we will be expecting once we return to the house. I'm still not sure why, but soon as there has been a death in the family, strangers are keen to cook messy nasty casseroles.

End Of Chapter. Peace