The picture above is of Alexandra Daddario. Whenever I imagine Shawn's eyes, I think of this color.

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JEN

I awoke to my stomach rumbling, smelling chicken in the air, but I didn't dare move as I clutched a pillow closer to my body, groaning because I wanted more sleep. My eyes shot open when I heard a small chuckle coming from my right.

Shawn was sitting in the chair I was before, eating a chicken that looked so succulent it made my mouth water.

Shawn smiled at me and I smiled back. "When did you get up?" I asked glad he looked better.

"Just about an hour ago." He looked clean too, like he showered. I frowned.

"Did you shower? I thought you couldn't because of your wound?" I got out of the bed, stretching my legs.

"Yeah, a nurse helped me." He shrugged and I couldn't help but feel the jealously bubble up inside me.

"A nurse? Huh. So, uh, what did she help you with?" I tried to ask casually as I made the bed.

"Just my clothes and waterproofing the stitches on my chest." He shrugged again, engrossed into stuffing his food in his mouth.

I narrowed my eyes at him and crossed my arms over my chest.

"So, you're my wife huh?" He asked catching me in surprise. He looked at me, one of his eyebrows raised as if accusing me of something.

I blushed under his gaze and broke eye contact, staring at the white floor of the room.

"They asked who I was and I told them you were my husband." This time I shrugged, playing it cool.

"Are you mad?" I asked in a small voice, hurt if he said yes.

"Come here." He said, patting the bed.

I sat across from him the little table of food in between us.

I looked away shyly, staring anywhere but his face.

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look in his beautiful eyes and brought a spoon to my mouth.

I opened it willingly and tasted the mixed fruits, swallowing and then opening my mouth again. He fed me, much to my chagrin but it felt nice, being taken care of.

"Doesn't it feel like I wake up in a hospital a lot?" He asked chuckling.

I nodded in agreement. "I know tell me about it!" I exclaimed feeling happy that at least he was alive to feel this irritated.

When we finished eating, I sat up on the bed, making room for Shawn. He winced as he stood up but sat down next to me, his legs brushing against mine. I placed my head on his shoulder, feeling comfortable in this position. It was quiet for a minute before I broke it with my laughter.

"You know, when I was filling out your admissions form, I lied about your birthday! I mean how crazy is that! I love this guy to death and I don't even know his birthday!" I threw my hands in the air shaking my head at myself.

When he didn't say anything I looked at him getting captivated in his eyes. He was grinning ear to ear, looking at me like I said something amazing.

After about a minute of staring at each other, he finally spoke. "September 23rd." He said.

"Huh?" I asked still lost in his eyes.

"My birthday, it's the 23rd of September. I'm 26 years old. My full name is Shawn Nathaniel King. I am 6 feet and 3 inches. I don't have a favorite color but recently, I've started to like the color brown." I blushed when he looked at my eyes. My brown eyes. He watched my reaction as I took in the information.

A smile played at my lips. I felt giddy like I was in high school talking to a boy I had a crush on.

"Well." I started. "My birthday is August 8th. I am 23 years old. My full name is Jennifer Gray. I am 5 feet and 8 inches. I also don't have a favorite color but I've recently started to like dark blue." I said shyly looking at his incredible eyes.

He chuckled, his nose crinkling. I smiled, watching him laugh was the most amazing thing in the world. I couldn't help but laugh with him too.

After about a minute of laughing we were both breathing heavily, trying to catch our breath.

I stared at him again but this time not to look at his eyes. I couldn't stop myself anymore, I needed him.

The next thing I knew, my lips slammed into his. I caught him off guard because he didn't move for a second but once I moved my lips, he joined me. He trailed off to my jaw, planting small kisses down to my throat. A small moan escaped my mouth, my hands roaming his back. I dug my nails as I felt a slight pleasurable pressure on my neck.

"Hello Mr. King! I-oh!" I pushed Shawn away almost falling off the small bed.

A blush creeped up to my face, making me look like a tomato.

The old nurse who walked in blushed as she saw us and turned away, her back towards us.

"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry!" She squeaked, her hands over her eyes.

"It's okay!" I said too fast and got up, standing at the foot of the bed.

The nurse turned around peaking through her fingers.

Shawn seemed to find this whole situation hilarious because he was trying to muffle his laughter.

I gave him a pointed look. The nurse checked his wound and changed the gauze, cleaning it.

"Okay, everything seems well. I will talk to Dr. Moreno about your discharge." She turned to leave but not before stopping in the doorway. She looked at us with mischievous eyes. "You can find condoms in the hospital pharmacy." She said, winking, before she left.

My mouth fell open and Shawn's laughter filled the room. I looked at him, my mouth still open. How embarrassing!

The amused expression dropped from his face when we heard a troubling sound pierce the room.

A howl. And it sounded like it was right outside.

I didn't take a second to react. Helping Shawn out of the bed and grabbing our suitcases, we snuck past the busy nurses station and security and went into the parking lot. After sitting in our car, I was ready to leave when I realized we forgot something important.

"I'll be right back." I said. Shawn was going to protest but I was already gone.

I went back into the room and grabbed the medicine, that I had gotten from the pharmacy, clutching it into my armpit as I stole some gauze and bandages.

I ran past the nurses station again, hiding my stolen items in my arms. As I passed the security guard, that was planted at the main doors of the hospital, my expression must have made him suspicious because he stopped me. "Excuse me, Miss?"

I stopped dead in my tracks clutching my arm to my body as if it were injured.

"Y-yes?" I asked in a shaky voice.

"I think that man over there is looking for you." He pointed to my right and I slowly turned around.

My eyes widened at the sight. My father and a couple of other guys were talking to the nurses, pointing to a picture of me.

The old nurse who had walked in on Shawn and I, nodded her head and lead my father to the room we were supposed to be in.

I pushed past the security guard, almost dropping everything from my arms and ran to the car.

I was breathing heavily as I sat in the car and gave Shawn his medicine.

He sighed in relief. "Don't leave like that again."

"We need to go, now." I responded and peeled out of the parking space and sped to the freeway, trying to put as much miles as I could between my father and us.

Shawn was quiet for a while making me ask what was wrong.

"I'm sorry." He said whispering, his head turned towards the window watching the trees as they whipped past us.

"For what?" I asked genuinely confused.

He didn't say anything at first but then looked at me. I stared at him to before I broke eye contact to pay attention to the road.

"I have a lot of enemies."

I couldn't help it. I laughed.

"No shit!" I snorted. "You know you were basically evil right?"

A pained expression twisted his face making me frown.

"Because of me, you're in danger."

"I'll be fine." I squeezed his hand and smiled.

"NO YOU WON'T BE! THAT'S MY POINT!" He suddenly yelled, yanking his hand out of my grasp. I jumped from his loud voice causing a pang of guilt to go through his eyes.

"I'm human now! And my enemies know that! You don't know about the things I've done. You don't know about anything. We can't keep running from them." He put his head in his hands, shaking it with despair. We've only been running for a day but it was enough for him to see the truth of it.

"Almost all of North America wants me dead. Every pack that resides here wants me dead and now that I'm a human! I'm a walking fucking target."

He chuckled darkly, his eyes shining with tears. "You know how happy I was to be human? I thought, FINALLY!" He threw his hands in the air. "I can be free to be with you, To love you, To have little human kids with you, to grow old with you..." He trailed off staring into space with a small smile on his lips.

I gripped the steering wheel tight, wishing he wouldn't say anymore.

It hadn't occurred to me how he was feeling. It really was his fault that we are running but I was never going to tell him. I would follow him anywhere, even if it meant we had to leave The United States and live in another country. New Zealand was nice...

I didn't say anything even though Shawn was silent for hours. We stopped at some diner for a few minutes but then we were up and driving, still trying to outrun basically every werewolf out there.

We were sticking to cities. Driving through them, eating at their restaurants only because I knew how werewolves lived. We-they-lived in places that had a lot of trees, mostly large land that went on for miles.

I watched as the trees blurred past us making me miss my speed. I definitely missed the perks of being a wolf. The speed, the sight, the smell, even the small amount of pain we felt every time we shifted! It always got better with time but it was nothing compared to the pain of your first shift.

But as much as I tried to miss that part of my life, I knew it was never going to happen again. I could live with that as long as Shawn was by my side.

I looked at him from the corner of my eye to see that his eyes were still glued to the window. He didn't relax his pose for almost an hour.

It was so silent in the car and I couldn't stand it. I fumbled with the buttons on the dashboard until I heard the radio.

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still, hitting them corners on the lo-lo's, girl
Still, taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E-

My head bobbed up and down as I tried to drown my worries in the rap song.

I turned up the volume and sang along, noticing a smile on Shawn's face even though it was turned away from me.

I opened my mouth, to talk to him and try to make him feel better, and then shut it again. I pursed my lips thinking of what to say. What would I say? "Hey I'm sorry you might die any second, dragging me with you." A pang of pain went through my heart and I immediately slapped myself mentally for even thinking it.

As much as I wanted to continue to drive, I stopped at a cheap motel, checking us in while Shawn waited in the car.

He took his medicine regularly so we wouldn't have any problems with his wounds.

I dragged our luggage into our room, setting it by the door with a thud. I can't believe how heavy it was now!

Shawn walked past me and sat down on the queen sized bed. I dug around my bag to find the bandages and gauze, wanting to clean his injury.

Shawn didn't look up when I sat down next him, the bed creaking from my weight.

"Um..." I wanted to tell him to take his shirt off but it seemed inappropriate and I blushed just thinking about it.

He must have seen the look on my face and the things I was carrying in my hands because in one fluid motion, he tossed his shirt to the ground.

My hands immediately twitched. Like legit started to twitch, I wanted to touch him so bad.

I carefully removed his old bandage, chucking it in the garbage. Then I grabbed a damp towel and cleaned around the edges of his wound, my fingertips brushing against his soft skin.

Shawn shivered when my fingers brushed against his right peck.

Is he cold? I felt fine. I shrugged it off. I quickly placed the gauze on his wound, finishing. My hand lingered on his chest, wanting to keep it there.

Shawn laid down on the bed, leaving my hand in mid-air. I was hurt, I admit it but I totally understand. He was tired. Yeah, tired.

Turning off the lights I laid in bed too, facing him. He was staring at the ceiling, his finger creating circles around his gauze wrapped wound where my fingers had been a minute ago.

So deciding to be brave, I moved my head to lay it on his chest but just before it hit his chest, he turned over, turning his back to me.

I was stunned. I let the other things go with minimal hurt mostly because I understood he might be in pain but now?

I was beyond hurt. Tears built up in my eyes and I quickly turned the other way, my back facing his.

I wiped a traitor tear as it slid down the side of my face, sniffling in the process.

The bed squeaked as if Shawn had moved. I was tempted to look at him but decided against it and fell asleep thinking about my head on his chest and his arms around my body, feeling safe.