INT: WOODS – NIGHT.
"You have to eat something Olivia, you can't go on like this forever." Ethan pleaded.
Olivia's POV.
It's been few days now since we have been in the woods; I can't actually remember since I spent that few days weeping and thinking over my misfortunes.
I haven't eaten, I hardly sleep or wash myself, life seem miserable for me now; maybe it could have been better if I was human.
I felt weak, my body aches, I felt really sick and dizzy.
Ethan tried to make me feel better always, but his effort seem futile; More like I sworn literally to make the rest of his life hell.
I glance at him; the glow in his eyes seem to get brighter with each night that passes.
"I'm not hungry." I managed to say, my throat feeling sore.
Ethan sighed. "You'll fall sick Olivia." He said sternly.
"I'm fine." I lied, not as if I care to eat.
"What is this?" I asked on a second thought referring to the food.
Ethan grins. "A hare."
Although sad, his smile coupled with the glow in his eyes made the butterflies in my belly flutter. I wonder why he had so much effect on me.
I so much wanted to hate him for making my grandfather die but it seemed impossible; I found no reason to hate or blame him. It turned out I was looking for someone to pass my blame and frustration on and Ethan turned out to be the the victim. Ow poor Ethan.
"How were you able to get a hare?" I asked curiously.
"Like a wolf would get it's prey. I used my instincts." He said.
I frowned. "You are not an animal Ethan. Stop behaving like one." I said.
He chuckled then perked me on my cheek. "I can be anything for you. Can't I?" He teased.
"Stop flattering." I snapped.
"No, I'm not." He defended.
He wasn't flattering at all. His heartbeat was as slow and steady as always; something he taught me to do.
Maybe I should leave the past behind and learn to appreciate this adorable man before me. I thought.
Not!
"I would rather be a vegan." I snapped.
He raised his brow. "There are no edible veggies in the woods." He said.
"I haven't said I was going to eat anything." I said bluntly.
Ethan's POV.
Olivia wasn't making it any easy for him. She looked pale, slender, red patches on her eyes. It won't be long before she fall ill.
She was frustrating him now; each thing he does always seem like a futile attempt to make her happy. At least he was happy now that she agreed to talk to him but she doesn't seem to be getting better.
"I can't let you go on like this." Ethan said.
"What are you going to do? Force the food down my throat?" I said rather too rude.
He sighed. "I would, if I could do it without hurting you."
I frowned deeply. "Why are you doing this." I asked.
"Because, you're my priority now." He said calmly.
I sighed. I knew there was more into him being too kind to me even when I yelled at him. I just couldn't place a finger on it.
"I— I wanna sleep now." I lied; sleep wasn't something for me the past few days.
He sighed. "Ok." He said softly.
He left me alone and sat down the other side of the camp fire opposite me. Although he tried to hide it, his facial expression showed that he was worried and hurt.
I wasn't being fair at all; I was hurting myself physically and hurting him emotionally. I think maybe it is time I let go. My grandfather won't want me to be like this, if he died protecting me then I should make it worth it.
I lay on the bare floor; it was really itchy, more reason why I couldn't sleep. The night was cold, I cuddled myself shivering from the cold.
My body felt numb, I felt like I was freezing literally, I felt my guts crunching and groaning at me in hunger, I felt dizzy.
I was slowly drifting out of consciousness when I felt him covering my body with something.
I turned back to stare at him. His body was bare, he had just covered me with his shirt.
"You need this more than I do." He said in response.
"What—" I gulped down, I felt to weak to say a complete sentence. "What about you?" I managed to say.
"I will manage." He snapped.
No I didn't want him to manage, he was being too selfless; Even though I had hurt his feelings.
He was about to leave, when I held his hands with the last strength I could muster.
"Please don't go Ethan." I said. "Please stay with me." I pleaded.
Ethan stared at me startled, he was probably wondering why the sudden change in attitude.
Ethan's POV.
He stared at Olivia, her emerald green eyes shimmering with want; Want for him. He knew what she wanted, but he wasn't sure if he could comply.
Olivia wanted him to cuddle with her for warmth.
Don't she get it? He was a werewolf not a cat; he had been controlling his urges towards her for the past few days and now she wanted him to lie with her.
He wasn't sure he could do it. What if he looses control of himself; that would be outrageous.
He had no choice; he wanted to please her, to make her happy and comfortable.
He was always going to put her first.
Ethan sighed. "Ok." He said shakily.
He lay by me, and took me into his arms making me feel the warmth and protection aura which emitted from him. That was the first time I was so close to someone other than my grandfather.
It's funny I had to share that moment with my teacher, or as I would prefer ex-teacher.
Chuckles.
I wrapped my hands around his hard muscular body like a teddy bear, my head on his bare chest. I sighed from the comfort that welcomed me. I could feel his heart pounding heavily against his chest. That's a first, I thought.
I had to admit it felt like heaven at that moment; For the first time in few days I felt secured and warm.
"Olivia." He called in his usual soft tune.
"Hum. " I hummed not wanting to be disturbed.
"Did you really meant it when you said you hated me?" He asked.
I thought for a while, did I ever said such a dum thing. I know I had said a lot of things to him out of anger and frustration. Maybe I actually did without knowing.
"I'm sorry Ethan, I can't remember." I said confused.
"Try to remember." He snapped.
"Hum." I hummed. "I'm sorry, I still can't remember." I apologized; Shit, my memory was a mess, I haven't slept for so long.
He grinned. "Tell me Olivia, Do you really hate me?" He asked.
"No, why would I." I snapped.
He shrugged.
"I really like you Ethan." I said.
"Like?!" He teased.
I shrugged confusingly.
He chuckled.
Gosh, I love to see him smile, I love to see him happy. Maybe if I could spend more time making him happy rather than using harsh words and passing my frustrations and anger onto him; I would be better, I would move on.
I felt dizzy now, my eyelids becoming heavier. I was really so weak. I tightened my hold on him, I was drifting slowly out of consciousness.
"I love you Ethan." I said involuntary.