The Lone Wolf
The heart is such a fragile organ. Using it too much can only cause pain. Leah/Sam/Emily Submitted to the Minor Characters Challenge (October 2007)
2. Sam's POV
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Falling. Sometimes you hit rock bottom; but this, this feels like flying.
Sam ’s POV
When he first laid his eyes on her, his heart seized, and he stopped breathing. Everything else around him suddenly became blurry and meaningless. All that mattered was that he needed to get to her, and be near her. And that was precisely what he did. With long, quick strides, he navigated through the small kitchen and stood before her.
At first, the girl ignored his presence and continued her conversation with Leah. But Sam didn’t really mind. It gave him more time to observe her beautiful features. She had a simple face; arching eyebrows, wide, brown eyes, and a small cupid mouth. Her long black hair was slightly wavy, and it was pulled back in a ponytail. But what really drew Sam to her was her essence. There was this intangible glow or force that pulled him towards her. Her entire aura surrounded him, and he wanted to drown in it. And her smell! Sam wanted to bury his face in her hair and stay there forever. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe in her scent completely, so that it would remain imprinted in his nose forever.
A cough made him open his eyes. Two girls were looking at him curiously.
“Sam, I’d like you to meet my cousin Emily Young,” Leah introduced. “Emily, this is Sam Uley, my uhh bo—friend.”
“Yeah, your boyfriend, eh? Nice to meet you Sam. Leah’s told me a lot of things about you.” Emily stuck her hand out to Sam.
Sam was still bedazzled by this girl Emily. So he simply said, “hi”, and shook her hand. When his hand touched hers, he felt a jolt of electricity run through his arm, and he revelled in the softness of her skin. He never wanted to let go, but basic courtesy of the situation demanded that he did. So he reluctantly let go of Emily’s hand, but as he did, he let his fingers brush against her palm. He felt Emily’s hand give a slight shiver to the touch.
Sam saw Emily snatch her hand quickly back, as if it was burned, and a guarded expression entered her eyes. Sam saw that she didn’t trust him.
“I was going to show Emily around La Push a bit…” Leah trailed off as her mother entered the room.
“Leah, I need you to run to the corner market with me for a bit, we’re missing some things for dinner.” Leah gave a slight scowl. “Aww. Mom, can’t you send Seth instead? Emily just got here and I wanted to show her around.”
“Leah.” Her mother adopted a stern tone. “It’ll just take a few minutes. Hurry now, or else we won’t have anything to feed Emily with.”
“I’ll go with you,” Emily offered. But Leah declined. “No, it’s alright. You stay here. Hey, maybe Sam can show you the beach and stuff. I bet he knows this place better than I do.” Leah turned to Sam expectantly.
“Uhh. Yeah, sure.” Sam couldn’t believe his fortune. “C’mon. I’ll show you around.” Sam turned around and stepped out of the back screen door. Emily followed somewhat reluctantly. She kept looking unsurely back over her shoulder at Leah, but the third time she looked back, Leah had disappeared with her mother. She returned her gaze frontward and saw Sam holding the screen door open for her.
“This place is nice. I like it,” stated Emily as she looked out into the ocean water. Sam was humming with content. He couldn’t understand why, but being in Emily’s presence made him feel so—complete. He’s never felt this way before, and he felt guilty for feeling something for Leah’s cousin. He still loved Leah, but he couldn’t help it. He just couldn’t.
Just like he couldn’t help stepping closer to Emily to admire the hints of deep brown, gold, and red that were reflected in her hair by the sunlight. Or the way he couldn’t help noticing the way her brown eyes turned a darker shade, and how her lips formed a small frown, when he lowered his face towards her. He just couldn’t help it, but taste her lips and kiss her. He heard Emily give a small gasp, and he shuddered with pleasure as he felt her warm breath quicken and fan over his lips.
Sam breathed all of Emily in. He wanted to imprint her scent, her heat, and her body deep into his soul. He wanted to memorize every freckle on her face, every line, and every contour of her body. She was simply intoxicating, and Sam felt that he can never get tired of everything that was Emily.
However, when he tried to deepen the kiss, Emily wrenched her mouth from his and tried to slap him in the face. She didn’t succeed however; as Sam had just realized that he had his arms wound tight around her petite body.
Sam stared dazedly at the girl before him. He’s never felt such a deep connection with anybody he’d kiss before. Not even Leah. As he blinked and looked at the wonder before him, he realized belatedly that Emily was yelling obscenities in his face, and was trying to escape from his arms. He released his hold on her, and she stumbled backwards.
She pointed an accusing finger at him. “You. I want you to stay away from me.” With that, she gave him one last glare before running back to town, her wavy ponytail bouncing tauntingly off her back.
As Sam stood alone on the beach staring at the retreating black dot in the distance that was Emily, he gave a little smile as he thought that he’d never been more in love. The crashing and roaring ocean waves at his back seemed to agree with him.