Chapter 14

Carlie Alison Cullen-Black's POV

"Sammy...oh, god, Sammy!" I murmured as my imprint sucked gently on my neck. He was going to be the death of me, I swear it.

He pulled back before he could leave a mark, much to my disappointment. I knew why though. Daddy nearly ripped Sammy apart when he saw my very first hicky (it took two and a half weeks to go away...two and a half weeks where Sammy was not allowed to physically touch me as a cruel punishment that Dad came up with).

I didn't mind though. It was worth it. And when our punishment was over, I was quick to give Sammy one too...or maybe six? I can't really remember. That definitely got my parents attention...and his parents too.

Though we sometimes got physical, we were a lot better at hiding that then we were at hiding hickies. I just couldn't help it. I liked hickies. Because to me, hickies were a physical reminder of exactly what Sammy meant to me.

After our second punishment, though, Sammy put a stop to that. I was kinda sad that I wouldn't be getting any more anytime soon. But, I had to admit that it was easier to sneak away with Sammy when the 'rents didn't suspect anything. They thought hickies meant sex, so they were fine with us going somewhere to make out by ourselves as long as we didn't show back up with hickies.

"I love you." Sammy stated and I rolled my eyes.

"Sure, sure" was my reply, as it always was.

With Sara living in the house and threatening to run away with my twin (who was stupid enough to propose to the daughter of two werewolves while she was still underage), there was no way that I was letting Sammy take the next step and actually say that he loved me for real. He could teasingly say he loved me all he wanted, but even though we were intimate physically, I didn't want to be one of those imprints yet.

"I'm serious, Carlie." Sammy said. Usually, he would just let me blow off his comments about his adoration to me. But not today.

"Wha...?" I asked, not sure what he meant. Everyone knew that imprinted couples eventually loved each other like no one else could ever even think about loving them. But Sammy and I weren't there yet, or so I thought.

"I love you, Carls." Sammy said, his voice dropping low in that sexy way that it usually did before he came undone. "I'm tired of you acting like you don't feel it too when I know that you do."

I tried to think of something clever to say, but my throat was closed up.

"I love you, I love you, I love you. There. It's been said. We can't ever take this moment back." He smiled warmly.

I stared blankly at him, my words fighting to reach my lips.

"I hate to break it to you...but you're in love with me too." His breath whispered his next words against my face. "At least I hope you love me back."

I knew my face must look like I was a kid on Christmas morning, but this was better than Christmas morning. No, this moment was Christmas trees, Halloween candy, and birthday presents all rolled into one. He wanted me to love him. It was one thing to sleep together, but for him to want to make it feel like it wasn't just a fling before we actually made the leap into our real lives as imprints was huge.

And, I was starting to realize that I loved him too. Maybe I always had felt this deeply towards him and didn't ever realize it.

Suddenly, Sammy looked up and I followed his gaze. Jesse Uley was standing in the doorway watching us.

"You can come out here, if you want, Jesse." I prompted. I felt bad for my sister's imprint. Though Rosie had always made herself an outcast, I tried to make sure that Sammy didn't make Jesse's coming uncomfortable for my little sister.

"No, I haven't seen Jazzlyn yet." Jesse said, looking nearly frantic. We were throwing a "welcome to the area" party tonight and I wondered if he knew about it yet.

"I think I saw her run upstairs." I said, nodding my head in the direction of all of our bedrooms.

He practically ran out of our sight. It was understandable, but still a little rude.

"Was that...?" Sammy asked, his beautiful brown and green eyes gazing off towards Jesse with wonder.

"He's your half-uncle." I confirmed.

"But...he hardly looks older than I do." Sammy, my sometimes slow boyfriend, pointed out.

"He's a wolf, remember?" I said, letting out a playful growl. "We age young, deary. Or have you forgotten that too?"

"How could I forget? And it's a good thing that we won't be aging anytime soon," Sammy said, his eyes flashing wickedly towards the back door, checking to make sure no one was watching, "because I plan to love you forever...and I'm kind of fond of the body you have now." He winked at me and I blushed in response.

"Carlie!" Mom called from the living room and Sammy instinctively pulled away from me.

"Yeah, Mom?" I called, trying to make it sound like my thoughts weren't fluttered with inappropriate thoughts about my imprint.

"I need your help with some decorations, sweetie." Mom replied and I sighed in relief.

When we entered the house, Sara was in the kitchen with my mother. Renesmee looked gorgeous in her apron and I hoped that some day I looked that motherly despite always being physically eighteen.

"Sammy, can you help EJ in the living room?" Sara asked sweetly, her innocent face looking up at my imprint. Even though I thought it was stupid that she was engaged to my twin at such a young age, I couldn't deny that I loved her like a sister already.

"No prob." Sammy replied, kissing my lips lightly as he left the room.

The food was already mostly cooked, so we only had to string a few streamers and blow up a dozen or so balloons. EJ and Sammy were doing the same thing, but they were taping theirs on top of the really high ceiling in the living room.

The party went off without a hitch...or so Rosie recounted later. I was a little too busy kissing Sammy endlessly to notice that the party ended, let alone when it started.