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Embry: Veggiegirl13 doesn't own me. I am a free man.
Me: that's half right,… fix it.
Embry: fine…Stephanie Meyer is my master, she owns me. Actually she owns everything . Veggiegirl13 owns nothing.
Chapter 7
Sounds and smells came swirling in. I was waking up, my eyes fluttered open. I glanced around the room. It was small. The walls were a deep blue. There was a couple posters but not too many. There was a matching dresser and desk. The room was clean. It was obviously a boy's room I noted. I heard a faint murmur and propped myself up. I noticed an alarm clock that read 11:00 pm. Wow, I was out that long? The door opened and in walked my sun.
"Your up. Are you hungry? How are you feeling? What happened?" Embry asked, without taking a breathe. I looked in the doorway. Sam was there. Had he told Embry I wondered? I looked into Sam's eyes, and he knew my thoughts. He shook his head, and walked away. Looking back at the worried man in front of me, I quickly came up with an excuse.
"Hey. I'm alright. I'm actually starving, you?" I asked .He smiled and lifted me out of the bed. He carried me bridal style into the kitchen. Normally I would have protested but I was still feeling faint, and he was so comfortable, and I loved being this close to him. I leaned against his chest and in took his scent. He smelled so good, very natural and yet fresh and intoxicating. I was sure I would never get use to his warm arms. They were so comfortable. All my life I've always felt cold, it's like I was waiting for his warmth. As tacky as that sounds, I liked the thought.
He set me down in one of the chairs, and continued towards the fridge.
"What would you like?" He asked. I wasn't sure what I wanted so I went for a classic.
"Mac n' cheese would be great." I told him.
"That I can make" he laughed. He grabbed a pot and continued to grab the ingredients.
"So what happened?" He asked casually, but I could see the worried look in his eye. Smiling at the idea that he imprinted on me, I remembered I couldn't tell him the truth. I wasn't going to break his heart, and ruin his chance to tell me.
"I have low blood sugar; if I don't eat I faint." I told him. It was true and I hadn't eaten , so the excuse wasn't too big of a lie. For all I know the shock may have just been coincidental. Or maybe the mix of the two did it.
He nodded in understanding. Then he continued preparing the meal. I began to wonder about the little things I didn't know about Embry. I really wanted to play 20 questions all of a sudden.
"Embry, would you be up for a game of 20 questions?" I asked. He turned towards me and with that glorious smile he answered.
"I would love to." He told me. Yes! My mind screamed.
"OK. I'll go first. Favorite color?" I asked.
"Red, you?" he replied.
"Purple"
"Ok, my turn. Favorite vacation spot?" He asked.
"La Push, Duh!" I joked. "Yours?"
"I've always wanted to visit Hawaii" He stated.
"What is your favorite place to nap?" I asked.
"The beach or open fields are great places for a nap." He told me. I agreed, they are pretty great places.
"Hmm. It's either school or the bathtub. Probably bathtub. I mean come on hot water, and lots of bubbles. Also school you tend to be interrupted a lot" I told him. He laughed.
"Alright, how about, what's your favorite animal?" He asked.
"Wolves" I stated proudly. He smiled.
"Mine too." He replied. I smiled. Our game continued on covering all the basics. I learned a lot about Embry. Such as he loves going dirt biking and always wanted to try sky diving. I told him about my love for reading and horseback riding. We both told each other our most embarrassing moments. His was that he was dared to run naked through store and ran into his grandma. Mine was when my bikini top fell off at a water park. We shared stupid injuries. He stood in front of a pitching machine without a bat. Mine was jumping off my roof into the pool and missing.
Then something happened. The food was ready and we sat down to eat. The problem though was the question he asked.
"How many siblings do you have?" He asked. I looked at him, unsure of how to answer. The truth? A lie. I had to lie I wasn't ready.
"None." I stated. "You?"
"I have a half-brother." He told me. I remembered he was probably Sam's brother.
"What did your parents say when you left?" He asked. He asked this while I was in the middle of drinking. I began to choke with shock. I regained myself to answer.
"Umm, they… uh, didn't say much." I said. Not like they could. It was obvious I was lying .I am a terrible liar.
"Do they even know where you are?" He asked. He thinks I ran away! Well I guess I did. Ugh, I sighed.
"I'd like to think they do." I answered. It wasn't a mellow answer; it was actually upbeat and hopeful. I mean thinking my family was watching over me in heaven, was one of the things that kept me going. I was starting to enjoy my ironic answers.
He looked at me with a curious look and we finished eating. Well, I finished eating. I don't think he could ever be done.
I yawned. I was still feeling tired. I really didn't feel like returning to the apartment, but I needed to take care of Rocky.
"Can you drive me back to my room?" I asked.
"Yeah, no problem." He sighed. He grabbed his keys and we walked out to the car.
The ride back was quiet, although I didn't mind. I was thinking. When we arrived he got out and opened the car door for me before my hand could touch the handle. I thanked him, and he replied sweetly. He led me to the door, and although we only knew each other for a short time, I wished he would kiss me goodbye again. He had kissed me the other night, but I wasn't sure what it had meant.
"Is it lame for me to say I'm going to miss you?" I asked with my cutest look, puppy eyes included.
"No." He replied. Even with his deep and husky voice he spoke so gently. I wanted to ask him to stay. I am not a slut; I just wanted to be in his arms. The thought of laying in his arms was very enticing. Those strong , heated arms, and those amazing abs. I needed to stop thinking about it, or I would never let him go. As an imprint anything I asked he would be more than happy about, but I knew the importance of building relationships, so I decided to just say goodbye.
"When can I see you again?" He asked.
"You can see me whenever you want and I'd be happy if I never stopped seeing you." I blurted without thinking, and quickly blushed in embarrassment. There goes my thought out decision.
He smiled cockily; actually it was kind of a smirk. Then he placed one hand under my chin, and bent down to meet my face. I concentrated on the rough fingers grazing my smooth face in order to avoid overload. The heat of his face warmed mine even with the little distance between us. He placed his lips against mine gently, as though he feared hurting me. The warm, smooth lips filled my every thought. My heart began to flutter and I feared I would faint. I didn't get to respond before he pulled away. I smiled, overcome with joy. The problem was I felt cold, missing the fire than enveloped my body. I hungered for more, but was very happy with the sweet innocent kiss.
He walked way leaving me stunned. I eventually took out my key and walked in my room. My face was scarred with a smile.
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