(Picture of Sam's outfit for the date above!)

I drum my fingers on my thigh as I wait for Avery. Mum and dad were watching something on the television, but my mind was solely on this date. I was so nervous and excited. I wanted it to go great. I know Avery is kinda nervous too for wanting it to be perfect, but honestly, she doesn't have to try much. She puts in so much effort sometimes, especially when it comes to me, and I just get so overwhelmed that I've got someone who wants to do this all for me.

I glanced at the clock, swallowing, she's ten minutes late. It's okay. She'll be here soon. I mentally check my outfit again and run my fingers through my hair which was falling over my shoulders. I wanted to braid them but I couldn't and got so fed up with it. Avery always helped me with it and she said I look like a princess with a french braid and somehow always wanted to put in small flowers in my hair. It always made me feel so pretty. I felt beautiful around her, I don't know how she does it, but I believe that I am around her. I wanted to do it for the date but I was trying and it didn't work. Mum was busy too so I couldn't ask for her help. I sighed internally feeling pathetic for this small thing. Then the doorbell rang. Fuck.

I gulped and my jitters increased as blood rushed to my cheeks. She's here. Oh, God. She's here. Mum stood up gave me a small smile and walked to the door as I trailed behind, unconsciously straightening out my dress and checking my shoelaces again, my hand then went to the necklace Avery got me. I hear mum open the door and immediately my eyes snapped to Avery's green ones. My breath got stuck in my throat. Oh, God.

She's so beautiful. She has a huge smile on her face, holding some white lilies in her hands, pushing them out to me.

"Hi," she said and her eyes raked my whole body and I almost took a step back with the intensity I felt from them. I flushed, my heart was pounding as I finally see her eyes find mine again.

"Hi," I whisper, going shy again, my eyes also taking in what she was wearing. My mouth got a little dry as my eyes passed her chest. She was wearing so little underneath her jacket. It was a lace bralette, a yellow one, somehow matching the colour of my dress. I could see the swell of her breasts and her abs, oh Jesus, she's so fine.

I swallow, resisting the urge to reach forward to touch her. Then my eyes move down seeing that she wore ripped jeans and some sneakers. She looked so darn sexy overall. Her hair was in loose waves, pulled back with a small braid on the left side of her head, allowing her piercings and ear cuff to be seen. Christ, she's gorgeous.

(picture of Avery's outfit below, well kinda, in my mind she has a jacket instead but yeah)

"You ready?" she breathes out, nervous as she passes me the flowers. I nod, holding them tight, my heart fluttering at this simple gesture. My first flowers ever.

"They're so beautiful, thank you, Avery," I mumble out looking at her from beneath my eyelashes. She grins.

"You're welcome. Come on," she says, putting her hand out to me. I smiled, not able to contain my excitement, as I grasped her hand. She laced our fingers together and kissed the back of my hand making me hide a blush.

"Mum, she stays with me tonight yeah?" Avery says, making me raise my eyebrows. I'm staying with her? Where?

"Yeah, just don't be out late and be good," Mum mutters and I blush hiding my face.

"I will. Text you later, bye mum." Avery waves and I do the same, watching mum and dad who was now beside her smile at us. I was still holding the flowers, not wanting to let it go yet.

"You look so pretty, Sam, like an angel," she says beside me, kissing my head. My heart did flips as she said that and tighten her hold on my hand.

"Thank you. You do too, you're gorgeous." I say honestly, and see her cheeks tint pink slightly. She's blushing!

"I hope you like what I prepared for us," she says and I nod.

"I will don't worry. Thank you, Av." I mutter softly, leaning into her side.

"I parked just there and then we're going to my apartment. I set it up there. Is that okay? Would you like to go out?" she asks afraid of my reaction. I shook my head.

"No, it's okay, more than okay. If we go out, then I might not be able to kiss you." I say cheekily, but blushing nonetheless. I hear her laugh and pull me closer.

"That's true, I wouldn't be able to kiss you and hold you and feed you." I flush at her words. She always says things that make butterflies erupt in me. I don't say anything and nuzzle slightly into her arm. God, she smells amazing. I just wanna bury myself here forever. I feel her place another kiss on my head just before we reached her car. We got in and she took my hand in her left one and held it, making me feel like I'm on top of the world. We barely spoke in the car, it was just a comfortable silence. This happens a lot between us, we would go hours talking then complete silence. I loved it. There was no awkwardness.

"Come," she says as we got out of the car as she parked it in her basement. This was the first time I'm coming to her apartment like it's hers. And we're here together, just us. Me and her.

I was nervous again. I stayed beside her as we rode up the elevator up to her floor. I glanced around looking at the place. It's pretty fancy honestly. We stopped at a door reading 703, and she took out a card, scanned it and gestured me to walk in.

I gasped at what I saw. She had a table set up, with candles and food. I could smell the aroma, there were more flowers, and I felt so special that it was for me. She closed the door and wrapped her arm around my waist from the back.

"Is it okay?" she breathes out softly. I nod, still amazed. She overdid it. God. My cheeks were flushed, and my stomach was all mushy. She did this for me. Me. This ordinary girl. A nobody.

"It's perfect Avery." so darn perfect. Goodness, I don't deserve this. I feel her beam behind me and take my hand pulling me to the table. I follow, timidly, my eyes still brushing over everything. She pulls out the chair for me, looking at me with a smirk.

"M'lady," she says, making my cheeks heat up again, I give her a small smile and muttered thank you before sitting down.

"I'll get the food okay. We start with soup," she says, and my eyes follow her, she was practically floating around the place with grace. God, she's so beautiful. I see her pick up a tray, with two bowls on them and a basket of bread inside.

"I can help you," I mutter softly and she tsked.

"No, no, sit," she says and comes beside me before placing the bowl down. Mushroom soup, and it's wild mushrooms. She made this. My heart warmed, she remembered that I liked it from when she brought some to the hospital. I looked at the soup and then back to her who was now sitting in front of me.

"Alright?" she asks and I nod.

"Thank you." she smiles and passes me the bread and we start eating. I ask her about her pack again because she's gonna be taking over soon. And I watch her talk about them with so much love and care, they're her family. She was so protective of them and she has said many times that she would do anything to make sure they were safe.

The rest of the night passed with her bringing out the pasta and chicken which she made as well. She can really cook like everything was so darn good. I've eaten more than I have in years living with Avery and our parents. I never had three meals a day and now I was getting such good food. I could feel that I was gaining weight, I felt it around my waist, thighs, and stomach, even on my arms, they aren't just bones anymore. And I don't know if I'm okay with that. I try to eat less, to make sure I eat only half of the portion but it's hard to say no to mum and Avery, they're so cautious with me, they know how my life was before them, so they're always making sure I had enough to eat.

"You done? You wanna go out for a walk or we could watch something here and cuddle?" she asks standing up and reaching for my plate, but I took it from her before she could, grinning cheekily as I followed her to the kitchen.

"Can we just stay here?" I ask her softly.

"But only if you're okay with it and if you want to, if you don't then we could go out, get some air, I don't know, I'm fine with anything actually and -" Avery kisses me to shut me up, I'm lying if I don't admit that's the sexiest thing ever, my cheeks are hot. I feel her chuckle softly, feeling her breath on my lips before kissing me again, taking the plate out of my hand and pushing me to the counter, trapping me against it. Shit.

My heart races as we kiss, I love kissing her, it's just so addictive. I moaned softly, moving my hands to her shoulder and neck, I wanted to touch her abs. I wanted to let my fingers dance and graze them, feel them twitch under my hands. I felt a sudden urge of possessiveness over her. She was mine. My soulmate and that made me bolder. I then bit Avery's bottom lip, holding it in between my teeth before letting it go. She pauses as if taking in that I did such a thing, her breath shaky, and I hear a low growl from her. Fuck fuck fuck, that was so sexy.

My breath hitched when she suddenly moves her hand to my ass. Fuck. She grabs it, holding one cheek in her hand. Fuck. Her fingers, were strong and holding me in place for her to ravish. Her kisses getting rougher now, she has never touched me there. I wanted more. I wanted her to touch me everywhere she wanted and could.

"I wanna stay here too. With you," she mutters against my lips, before kissing them again and my legs almost give out. I tightened my hold on her arms and I think she realized that I wasn't responding to her anymore so she wrapped her arm around my waist holding me up. Funny how our conversation was harmless and innocent but the way we were grabbing and holding onto each other, sucking and licking at each other's lips was far from that.

"Anywhere with you is where I wanna be, babe." She says again, lips so close to mine. My heart fluttered from her words, anywhere with me. My fingers curl around her jacket, pulling her closer, I wanted to feel her skin on mine. I knew I shouldn't want this. Not now. We had to be good.

"Me too," I whispered looking into her eyes. I love you. I wanted to say. She pulls back slightly, her hand still on my ass, and the arm around my waist, we were so close, our bodies pressed together. I see her eyes flash silver, mixing with her green, and immediately she was slightly more possessive in the way she was holding me.

"Do you trust me?" she breathes out, her eyes on mine, I licked my lips, nodding and her eyes followed my movements and I hear her growl lowly in her throat. Christ. I felt that in my core.

My breathing was ragged now, I wanted whatever she had planned. The air was so thick around us.

"Say it," she whispers, her hand moving up to cup my jaw now. I nuzzle into it and nodded, looking at her from under my eyelashes. I see her jaw tighten at that and an audible fuck escaping her lips.

"I trust you," I say truthfully, she wouldn't hurt me. She wouldn't do anything I didn't want.

"Come." She said. I expected to walk with her, to wherever we're going, the couch, her bedroom. But what she did surprise me. She leaned down and hooked her arms around my thighs and lifted me up. I almost squealed but immediately her lips were back on mine, devouring me. At this moment, I was completely hers. I had submitted to her. She tasted sweet and sinful and it rose my desire.

I gripped onto her shoulder, kissing her back furiously, I wanted more. More more more. I was chanting it. I could feel that she wanted more. More of me. All the sounds she emitted from me were muffled by her lips but I knew she could hear them deep in my throat. I feel her sigh and grip me harder, as we walked even more.

She brought me to her bedroom, slowly dropping me on her bed, arms holding my waist now as she hovers above me, my legs around her thighs, holding her in place. I never want her to leave. I felt so fucking high. I wanted Avery. I've never felt like this for anyone, ever and I could see myself begging her to do whatever she wanted to me.

"Baby," she whispered out, confusing me as I hear the pain in that. She was still now, I hear her breathe against my lips, my own breathing was as if I ran a marathon, the air was thick, our clothes were messed up, Avery's hair was messed up from when I was tugging them and I was so sure our lips were red.

"I need to stop, what was I thinking," she mutters softly, the last part to herself and I feel a pang of pain hit me.

"You don't have to." I find myself saying. She looks at me, I see the lust in her eyes, which made me want to let out a whimper.

"I have to. We shouldn't do it like this. Not here, not now." she huffs, mad at herself, pulling herself away from me. I stop her by placing my hands on her arms, keeping her there. She looks at me in surprise.

"Don't stop," I whisper I was blatantly begging for her to do something. I don't know what I wanted, but I wanted her to touch me. Make me feel wanted. And loved by her. Touch me like she wants me.

"Princess, I can't." She whispers back, her voice full of anguish as she reaches down to caress my hair.

"Not now, love, one day yeah. I promise you, I want to. I want you. But we can't." She continues and I see her holding back, but I knew we had to stop. I looked away and nodded. I hated this. Why did I have to be younger? The embarrassment from earlier surfacing, how stupid can I be, I was begging her, fuck. I'm so stupid. I pulled away from her, crawling away now, biting my lips and controlling myself to not let any tears fall.

"Hey, princess, I'm sorry, please don't be upset." I feel Avery come in front of me and sit, holding my arm. Why is she sorry?

"I shouldn't have done that. It was stupid of me. I got carried away love, don't be upset." she mumbles, rubbing the back of my hand. I was instantly calmer. She called me "love" again. Does she love me?

"It's okay, I should have known better," I say and shuffle closer to her, leaning my head on her shoulder. She kissed my head, hugging me now and I give in and close my eyes. This right here is my favourite place in the world. In her arms. We both take a few seconds to calm down before she spoke again.

"Wanna watch a movie? We could change out of these clothes and get comfy and eat some ice cream?" she tries and I nod. I want that.

"Before that, let's take some photos, you look so beautiful today, come," she says making me blush and forget about what just happened. She took my hand and pulled me out to the hall and got her phone. We took a lot of pictures. I was pretty shy, hiding my face, but she always made sure I smiled. We took some with her arm around my waist from the back, her beside me, some with her head resting on mine, and some of us hugging, and kissing of course. She made me blush more than I ever did, looking at the pictures with awe, looking at me with awe.

"Beautiful," she whispers as we look through them, my chest warmed, nuzzling into her. She was looking at me. Not at us, but at me in those photos.

"I'm gonna make this my wallpaper now," she says referring to one of the pictures. My eyes turned to it and I instantly flushed, my heart thumping loudly in my chest. She was looking at me, as I looked away, giggling, covering my face, but her hand was holding mine so I couldn't. It was so candid and it was perfect. She had a small smile on her face, looking at me the way dad looked at mum, with so much love? Adoration?

"You're so beautiful," she says quietly and then puts her phone away before turning to me.

"Let's go to bed, watch something yeah?" she asks and I nod. We walk to her room. She goes to her closet and gets some T-shirts and pants. I get to wear something of hers again. She loves it when I do. She says it satiates her wolf, me being covered by her scent.

"These okay?" she asks holding up some fuzzy shorts and a grey T-shirt to me. I froze. I can't wear shorts. No. The scars, they're all over my legs. She's gonna see them.

"Uhm, do you have long pants? I get cold." I try not to look into her eyes, my hands on my knees now as I start to feel insecure.

"I don't actually babe, half the things are still at home, sorry. I'll turn down the AC is that okay? And get the other thick blanket for you." she tries reaching for the remote. Fuck! How do I do this?

"Hey, what's wrong? If you really want longer ones, I could go home and get some for you?" she mutters, softly kneeling in front of me. I don't reply to her. Come on Sam, it's just Avery. She's not going to say anything. You're her mate. She cares for you. She isn't gonna say anything. It's just scars. That's it. Just scars.

But what if she looks at you with disgust?

What if she doesn't wanna be with you anymore, or kiss you?

My inner thoughts scream at me. Panic rose in me, my fingernails pressing crescents into my palms and I try to calm myself. They were getting louder, the voices in my head.

You're ugly!

Why would Avery want you?! You're just a child with baggage and ugly scars!

You're nothing. No one will accept you. Her pack will hate you!

She's better off with someone like Jake.

You're pathetic. Everything makes you cry.

You're a wasted space.

No one loves you.

Avery doesn't love you.

You don't matter Sam. You don't matter.

I squeezed my eyes shut, pulling away from Avery and running into her bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

Shut up, shut up. She cares for me! I retorted back.

She doesn't love you, Sam. You're just her sister.

No, you're wrong. She does. I whimper.

She's lying.

I lean against the door and fall to the floor crumpling myself into a ball and let the tears flow. I hear Avery bang the door, calling out for me, but I shut everything out. I close my eyes and let them say what they want.

"I'm gonna tear down the door Sam! Please come out. Please." I hear her beg from the other side. No.

"Move away from the door baby, please," she says. I don't know how much time has passed, but as soon as I heard a crack in the door, I stood up. I can't allow her to break the door because of me. I opened the door.

"Baby girl." she panted out, cupping my cheek, rubbing them softly.

"I'm sorry," I whisper looking down, my eyes still full of tears. She pulls me for a hug and I break.

"No, shh, I'm sorry, I'll go get them for you okay? I'm sorry. Shh, don't cry love." she says, her arms tight around me, her lips at the crown of my head. I felt her heart race against mine as well, was she scared? Angry?