Jeremy's point of view:

I couldn't take my eyes off of Leah. I didn't care if her brothers discovered my thoughts of her and beat me into a pulp because of it. I wanted her so bad that I became frustrated that she didn't want anything to do with me. The first girl I wanted to have a serious relationship with clearly couldn't stand me. That killed me.

I tried to think of ways I could talk to her or ask her out in a way that didn't seem forced or unnatural. I didn't know what to do. Part of me wanted to give up because I knew she was out of my league and that she would never have any interest in me. The thought of giving up caused me to feel a heaviness that I didn't how to handle it and the notion of not being with her cause my throat to close. I couldn't think of another man touching or kissing her. She was mine.

The possessiveness made me feel guilty. I wasn't the type of man who became possessive with women especially ones that I didn't have a chance of being with romantically. Leah was certainly her own person and didn't seem the type of girl to have a possessive boyfriend. She was head strong, independent, and could clearly keep up with the guys. I loved that about her. I sometimes thought of forcing her to kiss me and drive out any hidden feelings that she had for me. I didn't dare do this because I didn't want to face any kind of rejection from her. I couldn't and wouldn't face that.

All of these thoughts were maddening. The only thing that got my mind off of Leah was forcing my mind onto work. I forced myself to be meticulous about every detail of fixing a car. I found myself double and triple checking everything I did to a car. One evening, though, Leah left early. I didn't know if I should feel relieved or anxious that she wasn't staying late.

"Hey, are you all right man?" Embry's voice broke my thoughts.

"I'm fine." I gave him a weary smile.

"Sam wants to know if you can join us for dinner tonight."

"Sure," I found myself agreeing.

Dinner with my sister and brother-in-law would be a nice distraction, or so I thought.

"Let me clean up and I'll leave for your place soon."

I quickly used a work shower before jumping into my truck and heading for Sam's. I knocked on their door and was greeted by Embry. He led me to the kitchen where Sam put plates on the kitchen counter. She turned to me and grinned. I had to admit pregnancy agreed with her. She seemed to be proud of the fact that she was now showing.

"You look good sis." I gave her a big hug, feeling glad that she had moved here. She was the one person I knew loved me not matter what.

"Thanks," she said giving me a warm smile and placed her hand on her belly. "Are you feeling alright Jeremy?"

"I'm doing fine." Guilt hit me as I lied to my sister.

"I'm glad you came for dinner."

I nodded as Sam turned to Embry.

"Will you put the plates on the table?"

"Yes dear."

Sam rolled her eyes at him. Embry kissed her cheek and took the plates into the dining room. I followed him with the salad bowl my sister handed me. Dinner was amazing, as always, but I couldn't help but feel jealous of Sam and Embry. They had come together so easily it seemed, something that wouldn't happen for Leah and I. I push those thoughts out of my mind as Embry and I talked about sports.

Once dinner was over, I helped clear the table despite Sam's protects. I gathered the plates and froze in the kitchen doorway as I heard my sister speak.

"The baby is kicking again."

Embry moved behind her as she stood at the sink. He placed his hand on her expanding belly.

"Here," she said softly as she moved his hand to a different spot. "Do you feel it?"

"I do." I could hear the awe in Embry's voice over feeling his unborn child move.

I looked down and tried to push past a lump in my throat. Visions of me touching Leah's explaining belly filled my mind. Numbly, I continued to clear dishes. Sam loaded me with food before I left. I arrived home not remembering the drive there.

I felt even more confused about the feelings I had. I had never envisioned myself as a father, an uncle yes, but father no. Did I want Leah to be the mother of my children? Leah, the woman who hated me, to be the mother of my children seemed absurd. I panicked. I had never even been around children before. I couldn't process that this woman would make me want something that I had never even thought about before.

I fell asleep that night to dream about two little girls with dark hair holding their mother's hand as we walked down the beach. I knew them to be Leah and my children.

Leah's point of view:

Things had gotten better … and worse. He wasn't talking to me which gave me the freedom I wanted. I didn't have to feel like I had to talk to him because wasn't trying to approach me like before. That obligation, thank God, was gone.

I couldn't help but notice how down he looked. I constantly wondered and worried about his depressed manner. Even though there was no way I wanted a romantic relationship with him, I couldn't help but worry about him. I stopped myself from worrying too much though. I thought if I worried too much I'd be forced into action which would force us to have a closer relationship, and that would force a romantic one.

I tried not to think about it though. I felt he was a part of my life more than I wanted him to be. There was no way I'd let this imprinting win.

"Your car should be ready by three sir," I said to a man whose car I would be working on.

"Thanks," he said, giving me a warm smile before hesitating he added. "If I came and got it at five would you want to have a cup of coffee with me?"

I blinked at him in surprise. He must have been a few years older than me. Should I go out on this date? There seemed to be an unspoken rule that imprinted wolves didn't date anyone even if their imprint wasn't ready for a romantic relationship yet.

He was handsome and I was allowed to date. There was no official rule that said I couldn't. He would be the perfect distraction to get Jeremy off of my mind.

"Sure." I smiled back at him.


"Yes," I said and thinking quick. "Actually, I'll give you my address so you can pick me up from there."

"Sounds like a plan."

I gave him my address and number. Smiling widely I promised I'd see him at five. Waving at me he exited the shop. I had a date. I turned to get started on the car and my smile faded. Jeremy stood there looking like he had been punched. My heart leapt at the sight. I decided to ignore the guilt that flooded me. I pushed passed him to work on the car.

What would cause him to react like that? Surely, he didn't find me attractive so there was no reason for me to feel guilty. I told Jacob I was leaving early, which wasn't a problem since I worked late every day.

Just before I left I went into the work room to grab the bottle of water I had put in the fridge. I heard the door open and close behind me. I turned to see Jeremy standing in front of the closed door, blocking my exit. I opened my mouth to say something but the look on his face made me stop.

He slowly walked towards me in an agonizingly slowly pace. I walked backwards away from him until I hit the counter. I dropped my water and my hands clenched the counter top so hard that I nearly broke them. I wanted to run but this intense gaze held me in place. I was paralyzed.

My heart pounding, Jeremy came to stand in front of me. He was so close I could feel his body heat. His eyes roamed my face as if he was debating something. I felt his hand wrap around my left wrist.

"Leah, I want," his voice rasped out.

His lips crushed to mine. I was frozen for a moment in shock. His lips were so rough and his long arms wound their way around me. I struggled and fought, against myself and him before I gave into his kiss. I felt warmth spread through me. Experiencing an imprint's kiss first hand was so much different and better than experiencing it second hand.

I put my arms around his shoulders to bring myself closer to him. I forgot my stupid promise to be stubborn and kiss him back greedily. The wall I had place around my heart came crumbling down and I didn't care about the regret that I knew was going to come. I didn't care that he was forced to want me. He wanted me and that is all what mattered.

Jeremy's lips slowed but our kiss deepened. His hands went to my hips and lifted me up and onto the counter. His hands went to my legs running down to the tops of my thighs. He broke away for a moment to rest his forehead against mine. He ran his hands down my thighs to my knees and to my calves.

"I love your legs," he said huskily.

He slowly ran his hands back up my legs leaving goose bumps. His hands came to rest on my waist as he gave me another slow, drugging kiss. I pulled him down to nearly lay on top of me while we kissed. Jeremy abruptly pulled away from me with an unfocused look in his eyes.

I stared in shock at what we had just done. What he said next sent shock waves through me.

"I hope you enjoy your date."

He turned and left, acting as if we hadn't just made out while at work while our co-workers could have walked in any moment.

What in the world did I just get myself into?

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