Chapter 22

I and Embry walked over to his place, because he wanted to get some sleep. I probably should have gone home to let him rest, but I didn't want to. I wanted to stay with him. Awake or asleep, being near Embry was what I wanted right now.

He fell asleep on the sofa, and after staring at him for a while, I decided that I needed something to do. I felt desperate watching him sleep. I didn't want to turn on the TV because it might wake him up. I walked around the house for a while, before going into the kitchen. I pulled open the refrigerator and looked around. Let's see…. Eggs, check. Butter, check. Cocoa powder, check. I pulled open a couple of drawers and managed to find flour, and a mixing bowl.

I'd just started mixing everything together, when Embry walked into the kitchen.

"Hey. You're awake already?" I asked.

He nodded, walking over to the countertop and sitting on it. I personally thought that it might break, but figured he might feel insulted if I told him that. It's not like he was fat. Just big.

"I couldn't sleep." He said. "I kept thinking about Quil, and…"

He trailed off. I tried to ignore the sick feeling in my stomach.

"Have you heard anything about him?" I asked.

"Yeah. Cullen texted me. Said that we couldn't see him until later tonight. He said that he would give me a call once Quil was ready for visitors."

"But he's better?"

"He's better."

I nodded, feeling a little relieved.

"So… what are you doing?" he asked. "I figured you'd get bored and go home. It's not fun watching someone sleep."

"Yeah. Especially not when they snore."

Embry looked embarrassed.

"I do not-"

"I know, you don't! I was just kidding!" I said.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." He said, watching me as I mixed the contents of the bowl with a long spoon. My hands were a little messy, and a few strands of my hair were coming onto my face. I tried pushing them back without getting flour all over them, but they just kept coming back. "Urgh…"

"Here, let me do it." Embry said. He leaned over the counter, carefully pushing the strands of hair back behind my ear. Except they were too short for that and they came back again.

"Ugh, forget it." I groaned. I blew upwards, and they hovered in the air for a few second before falling back in front of my eyes. Embry was chuckling.

"God, Cherry. You're seriously too cute." He said, with a smile. I turned red. "Do you have a hairpin or something?"

"Yeah!" I said, remembering. "In my pocket."

He reached into the pocket of my baggy pants, and pulled out a hairpin. He then scooted over on the counter so he was sitting right beside where I was standing, my side touching his legs. He gently pushed my hair out of my face, and stuck the pin in, ensuring that it wouldn't irritate me again. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment.

"You're so beautiful." He muttered softly. He might have thought that I didn't hear him, but I did. And I turned even more red than I did before, and Embry turned away looking embarrassed.

"Embry, I-" I started to say. I wanted to say it out. I just wanted him to know how I felt. And I was excited. How would he react?

"No, I'm sorry." He said, looking ashamed of himself. "I need to learn how to control myself."

"Embry, you don't need to-"

"I'm just awesome at making you feel uncomfortable, aren't I?" he asked, not listening to me. I felt a burst of irritation. Why couldn't he just understand that I felt the same way?

"Shut up." I snapped at him. He looked hurt for a second, until I put both of my hands on his cheeks. And rubbed as much flour as I could onto them.

Embry looked horrified, once I'd removed my hands.

"Did you just…"

"Yep." I giggled.

He shoved his hands into my mixing bowl, and then planted them right back on my cheeks before I could duck.

"Embry!" I cried.

"Yes?"

"It's so on!"

I put as much flour onto my hands as I could, and so did he. Though I've got to say that it was kind of an unfair fight. I mean, hello! I was up against a werewolf for god's sake!

In the end, he had me cornered. I put my hands up in defense as I cowered against the kitchen wall, and I realized that there wasn't much flour left on my hands. And Embry had plenty.

"How about a truce?" I asked, as he advanced on me slowly.

"Not really."

"I'll do anything?" I asked weakly.

"I'm not sure anything could be more fun than this. Let's face it, Cherry. You're cornered. And there's no way out." He said with a smile. An evil smile.

"But-but we're best friends!" I cried. At least, that's what I said. But it sounded wrong. It sounded all wrong.

"Too late." He said. He was just a few inches away from me, and I closed my eyes, ready for the moment when his hands would rub the flour all over my face and hair.

But that moment never came.

I opened my eyes in surprise after a few seconds, and saw that Embry was much closer than he'd been a few seconds ago. His eyes were staring into mine, and I could feel his chest heaving up and down, as he breathed heavily. I could feel his warm breath on my face. One of his hands reached out, and gently grasped my arm, as he came closer. Our bodies were almost touching.

I remembered the last time this had happened. We'd been in the forest then, and in the same position. I hadn't known what to think, then. I'd been confused, surprised. But the emotion I felt now was different. Completely different. It was excitement.

I closed my eyes, preparing myself. This was my first kiss, and I was determined to make it count.

Until I felt a faint vibration against my leg. I opened my eyes, and he was gone. Well, not gone, exactly. He was a few feet away, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket.

And I couldn't help but feel this horrible sense of disappointment.

"?" he said into the phone. I watched him curiously. I know I should have been concerned. Cullen wouldn't call up for no reason; there might be something wrong with Quil. But I couldn't help but wish that Cullen had called just a few seconds later. Maybe after Embry had kissed me.

"Yeah, I know." He was saying. "I figured….. Sure… yeah. I'll be there. Thank you."

He hung up and glanced at me.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Quil's ready for visitors." Embry said uncomfortably. I didn't like the way he looked at me. It looked like he felt guilty, like he'd been about to do something wrong.

He didn't know how wrong he was.

Okay guys! Couple of things I want to say

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Hope you like this chapter! I'm trying to put in a bit more drama in the next few, but I'm still stuck. I don't really want anything involving stalkerish vampires, but if anyone has any other suggestions, they're welcome!