Chapter 7--That Night

My eyes fluttered open as I felt my stomach churn and bubble. I rolled over slightly in my bed to see what the time read on the clock on top of the night stand.

1:45 AM.

I was still fully clothed and the smell of beer lingered on my breath. I didn't feel completely drunk any more, but the effects were not thoroughly gone.

Rolling over once more, my stomach disagreed with me. I felt the contents of my stomach go against the rules of gravity and begin to slither up my esophagus and into my throat. I was sick. And throwing up right now, in my bed, looked like not the greatest idea.

Stumbling to the bathroom, I managed to get to the toilet and let the beer all out. It was pitch black in the house and I had no clue where Sam had gone. He should have left by now, considering he hated me and needed to get back to his wife, but I didn't give a fuck. Who was he to me anyways?

Just as the vomit began to churn in my stomach again, I felt tears coming on again. My weakness. As I sat on the cold, tiled, bathroom flooring, puking my guts out, the warm, salty tears flowed along my face. I felt pathetic. I felt like a failure. Why was I here? What was my reason for living? Nothing made sense to me anymore.

I laid my hot face against the cool floor and sobbed. I wept like a baby here, curling myself up into a ball, as if it could ease all my pain. I closed my eyes adding to the darkness. And fell back asleep.

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I was restless tonight. My eyes fluttered back open. I noticed that I was completely freezing now as the goose bumps ran up and down my spine. The sour taste of vomit still lingered in my mouth, so I got up to the sink and rinsed it out with warm water. Turning on the lights and looking up at my reflection in the mirror made me realize exactly why Sam decided to leave me. I wasn't pretty. My skin wasn't soft and I wasn't the smallest build. I looked hard, and mean. I hated myself.

I hit the light switch with all my might and heard a slight crack as the result. The switch was probably broken now, but that didn't matter to me at all.

Where were Sue and Seth? Fuck.

"Whatever.." I mumbled to myself as I headed to my bedroom and climbed into my bed.

Just as my eyes began to close, I felt his presence. I could smell his warm scent. The scent I once loved, that made my hair stand on its ends and my heart skip beats.

Sam.

He'd opened my door and was making his way to the other side of my bed. I still felt lightheaded and slightly out of it, so I didn't bother to look up. I knew it was him.

"Why are you still here?" I mumbled quietly into my pillow.

"I'm sorry Leah." I could hear his deep voice hovering over my bed side. Did he just apologize??

"Oh....so the big, tough, and almighty Alpha decides to apologize? OOOO, what's next?" Sarcasm lingered in my voice as I pushed my face deeper into the pillow.

"Leah," He grabbed hold of my arm, his grasp warm and firm, but gentle. "I said I am sorry. What I said was unacceptable. Please forgive me."

This time, I looked up at him. It was dark, but I could still make out his features. His face displayed emotion. He really meant what he was saying.

It's like looking at him was a bad idea, because I felt the all to familiar sting emerge into my eyes. The warm tears were ready to topple over, and I couldn't hold them in. His gaze took me in, and the tears began.

I closed my eyes to hide from him, but he still had me in his grasp. Little cries began to spring from inside me. There was nothing I could do to stop them, but in almost an instant, he grabbed me into his chest and I was lying on top of him on my bed.

I felt a part of him. We felt like one again. He was drying up my tears with his warmth and hug. I felt happy. But why? Why was he doing this to me? Why did he want to comfort me? We were pack members, nothing else.

As he stroked my long, black hair and ran his fingers down my spine, I got chills. I could feel his steady breath on the top of my head and it soothed me. But I resisted, pulling my body slightly away from him.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, looking down at him seriously curious.

"Leah, you mean a lot to me...do you know that?" His gaze was intense. His eyes bore into mine.

I didn't say anything in reply but I shook my head and looked away. What was this? What the hell was he doing?

"Pssht..please Sam. Do you know what time it is?" I said this, implying he should let go of the small of my back and go home to Emily.

We had been in this position too many times before when we were actually seeing each other. But now, it was just awkward...I mean, he was a married man now.

Lifting one hand from my back, he brought it up to the side of my face so that I could look at him and said,

"Forgive me." His voice was soft, calm, sweet.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him now. He continued,

"You are beautiful Leah Clearwater. I love the way your beautiful hair flows down your back and your eyes illuminate your face. Just seeing you cry makes me weak. Hurting you brings me pain. I can't see you like this anymore Leah..." He was now stroking my face and wiping away each tear.

He kept talking, looking me in my eyes,

"I love you Leah. I love you so much. I never stopped loving you."

My heart stopped. Was he really saying this? Was he really doing this? Was this really fucking happening!?

All I could do was whisper,

"Sam...."

There was nothing else I could say. I wanted this for so long. I wanted him to want me. I loved this man. And here he was.

Before I knew it, we were both engaged in a deep, passionate kiss which started off slowly, but began to increase until we were both gasping for air. He ran his rough hands down my back and up under the hem of my shirt, rubbing my back and undoing my bra. We still lingered in the kiss as I lay on top of him, helping him undo my bra.

My shirt flew off next, then, my jeans. They were on the floor in an instant. All that was on now was my thong. He was kissing my neck now, as he plopped my over and we switched positions. I now could feel his strong, hard body on top of me, taking off both my and his remaining clothes.

I couldn't believe this was happening. Everything was going so fast and I wasn't even thinking. All I knew was that I loved this man to death. I loved him, still.

The night lingered on, we both engaged in each other's embrace, making love like we once did years before.

I loved Sam Uley.