Sure, what's up? -T

My fingers started tapping on the screen nervously after pressing 'send', I couldn't help but have a bad feeling about this. Something wasn't right.

The sudden ping from my phone grabbed my attention almost too suddenly, and the thud that sounded around the room in return,pairing with the intense pain on the side of my thigh, enveloped me. I groaned as I lay on the floor for a bit, it never really was peachy falling off the bed.

Waiting for the pain to subside I stared at the wall, breathing, trying to calm myself but fear still floated around... What if he wanted to break up? What could be so serious?

Realizing that the pain was less intense I finally started to get back in my feet. The sharp pain flowing down leg made me wince in pain but I managed to plop myself on bed.

My eyes fell on the cellphone that had remained intact and safe from the fall, on the edge of the bed just tipping over towards the floor, and I quickly grabbed it.

I heaved out a shaky breath, the pain in my leg really was getting bad.

Would it bruise?

A sudden knock on the door sounded out and I turned my head towards it before calling out a very shaky, "Come in."

"You should be more careful Theia," Agnus' worried motherly tone floated around the room as she swept into the room with what looked like a bowl containing an icepack. She placed it on the bed in front of me and sighed. "Well, take off that skinny jeans and let me assess your bruise. I'm sure there is one by the sound of the thud that I heard, it must be pretty bad."

Grimacing, I nodded. Maybe she was right, it was always better to ice rather than bruise.

Shifting awkwardly on the bed I slipped my feet onto the floor and with very wobbly legs, stood up.

It hurt like hell.

As quickly as I could, I slipped out of my skinnys and looked at the side of my thigh only to wince by the already slightly purple bruise forming. I always did bruise up pretty quickly. What was worse was how it looked. The bruise looked horrendous.

"Oh that's a bad one, but not the worst I've seen. You will be all well and done in a few weeks, just don't pressure it much. Here," Agnus spoke warmly, extending the icepack towards me.

I smiled and nodded a "thanks," before slowly grabbing the pack and pressing it onto the bruise. I winced. That hurt more.

"Call me if you need anything deary,"
Agnus called out softly before she walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.

I eyed my cellphone again. Sighing I picked it up, again, and quickly tapped onto the unread message.

I'll be there soon, keep your window open. -B

Shit. I glanced at the sickly darkening bruise on my leg and then at message again.

I sighed. Then looked back at my bruise. Then the window.

I shook my head and let out a shallow breath before slipping out of the bed and walking towards the window slowly.

My plan was pretty simple; open the window, Rush into bed as fast as I can and get under the cover, hide my state of undress and bruise from Bryce, act like I'm not scared he will dump me, and ask him to pass me that potato chips before he leaves. But what if he is already here?

I held my breath as I padded my way towards the window, and almost broke into a relieved laugh when I reached it.

He wasn't there.

Sliding the window open I quickly made my way to my bed, ignoring my leg, painfully resisting against any movement, and slipped into bed and underneath my covers.

My eyes found the cellphone as another ping sounded from it, and I quickly grabbed it and tapped on it.

On my way - B

I had no sooner just put my phone away when Bryce nearly leaped into my room. I stared at him.

He smiled as he walked in, and all the while I practiced my reply speech for his breakup statement.

If I did give a speech.

If he did break up.

Wait for it Anderson... It may as well be coming soon!

Wait for it...

"Hey"

Hey?

"Hey," I smiled, slightly guarded as I clutched onto the blanket around lower body tightly against me, unconsciously.

Bryce stopped as he reached the edge of my bed and seating himself on it, leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my lips before placing another on my cheek.

I sighed, feeling the usual emotions that envelope me whenever he holds me, surround me again. Love. Protection.

"You wanted to talk about something?" I said, my heart instantly starting to beat faster with nervousness when I see Bryce's smile falters a bit.

Bryce looked away as he nodded, suddenly looking solemn. "I wanted to know if there is someone you think is behaving suspiciously around you? A girl perhaps? Or a boy? They have retrieved the recording for the call, the company records, all customer care calls, and so forth for legal purposes, just in case... do you want to give it an ear?"

The breath I didn't know I was holding immediately rushed out from between my lips as I slumped back against the headboard.

"Oh thankgod! I was scared!" I blurted out, sounding as relieved as I felt.

The warm expression on Bryce's face almost instantly vanished before a smirk took its place, as if he knew exactly why I was scared.

I shivered. Please don't know... Please don't know...

"Scared huh?" Bryce's grin widened and he leaned into me, pressing his lips onto mine for a second. "I wonder what for?"

I frowned. The idiot was teasing me, "Shut up."

Bryce only chuckled as he leaned in again and placed a soft kiss on my lips for a minute longer than what would be called chaste.

"You're so cute,"

At the sound of amusement on his voice I rolled my eyes and smartly moved back to lean against the headboard.

"Okay! So getting back on the topic of things, not really. I mean the only girls that hate me are the ones that are jealous because they want you, or Diandra... but I'm not so sure about her. As for the boys, that Mr. Bishop is a menace."

Bryce and I stared into each other's eyes after my sudden exclamation about the loon,Bishop, before he threw his head back and let out the most sexiest laugh I'd ever heard.

"Shut up," I muttered bitterly, trying to ignore my lips sudden twitching, which was purely a random occurrence, when Bryce's eyes zeroed on them and he stopped laughing. His eyes suddenly a strange midnight blue.

The tone of Bryce's ringtone filled the room suddenly and I almost let out a raspy sigh of relief. Almost.

Bryce's attention redirected towards the blaring iPhone in his hands he let out a low growl before accepting it. I toned the conversation out, now concentrating on the well concealed icepack that was beginning to numb my thigh. I really needed to get that away from me. It was starting to hurt.

My hands itching to just grab and push the pack away, I almost jumped when Bryce cleared his throat, grabbing my attention once again.

"Listen, I need to go, love. I'll be back tonight, okay?" He mumbled apologetically, and I nodded smiling a little. He was adorable when he wasn't being all dominating and possessive.

"Okay,"

"Okay," he smiled back, and this time I leaned in to place a small kiss on his lips, once again ignoring my protesting leg.

Only when Bryce had jumped out of the window, God knows how he could always do that, did I finally grab hold of the icepack and place it on the stand beside my bed.

"You need a bath Theia," I mumbled to myself as I looked towards the bathroom door. After a minute of deciding I finally got out of bed—put aside that I couldn't help but groan out of pain once in a while— before moving towards the door, opening it, entering it, and then closing the door behind.

***

I sighed contently as I opened the bathroom door and moved out into my room. My leg was still numb, and that helped to move around a bit. Plus the warm water did wonders soothing tense muscles.

"What's that on your thigh?"

I froze. Shit shit shit shit shit shit! Why is he even back?

In an instant warm arms wrapped themselves around my back and underneath my legs before hurling me up against a hard chest.

Bryce placed me on the bed slowly before pushing the edge of towel up. Warily, I finally mustered up enough courage and glanced at him, only to flinch at the cold fury burning through his now almost black orbs. It wasn't hard to see. Bryce was livid. It wasn't hard to see. Bryce's anger was impeccably destructive.

I flinched again as Bryce's fingers probed around the now sickening purple bruise on the side of my thigh.

"S-stop it," I managed to mutter, cursing myself for stuttering—But damn it I was nervous.

"How did you get this?"

His tone wasn't agitated, it wasn't furious. But the underlying storm in his dark, calm tone was all the more evident with his wild livid eyes, shooting straight into mine.

"I fell o-off the bed," I mumbled, the knowledge that my cheeks were now stained crimson all the more embarrassing.

"Are you sure Theia?"

Again. The same dark, calm tone. It was strange that I wanted him to yell at me, or at least be angry and not pretend to be calm. Somehow it scared me more than if he would openly be angry. I almost laughed at the irony of that.

"Yes,"

He growled, now eyeing my bruise. He glanced at the icepack and then leaned it to pick it up, gingerly placing it back on the spot. I immediately wanted to swat it away, but his warning growl just as I stretched to grab it, echoed around the room and sighing angrily I moved back into bed, my towel still wrapped around me.

No good. This needs to go.

"I'm in my towel you know,"

Bryce directed his gaze on me, and titled an eyebrow up, regarding me with a blank expression. "Yes, so?"

Ouch.

"I'm naked underneath it. The towels wet. Hypothermia?"

His titled—now darker shade of eyes—rose higher. "Don't you think you're exaggerating it a bit?"

"Well if you were in my body, you would know!" I retorted stubbornly, and then instantly blushed as the realization of what it could be hit me. Crap Theia, you've done it this time!

I gulped as Bryce placed the icepack back in the bowl on the bedside table and turned towards me, his eyes now a shade darker than midnight blue, what was strange was that specs of golden was now beginning to show and I almost held my breath as I witnessed the wonder of it. How could he do it?

Pulling my blanket on top of me he grasped onto my now loose towel and pulled it away from my body, unwrapping it and separating it away from me, and towards him.

"You have no idea how much I want to be in you," he leaned closer, and nipped on my bottom lip. "Wait, sorry love, I missed out body"

Shit...

"Bry—"

"I love it when you say my middle name," Bryce said softly, before his lips landed on mine, his lips warm and strong against my slightly chilly and yet supple ones. I sighed, my hands now gripping his shirt as I pulled him closer. And then suddenly the pain in my leg was forgotten, the bruise forgotten, the culprit behind Bryce's and my miscommunication, forgotten.

The rush of having him above me, with only a thin material to separate my skin from his made my mind all the more fuzzy.

I shivered as my hands found solace against his warm torso, my fingers slipped past his shirt, caressing each scar I could feel and not see as they made their way towards his chest.

"Theia,"

"Hmm,"

"What are you doing?" Bryce's voice sounded more and more strained as my fingers continued to caress him, I couldn't stop. What was wrong with me?

My fingers slipped past his belly button and he let out a loud growl, his fingers now digging into my waist while he landed open mouthed kisses all over my neck.

"Feeling you... can I?"

A low moan left my lips as Bryce dipped his tongue on the soft of my neck in reply and licked at the skin that had just been bitten a little harshly.

As if automatically responding to the rush of liquid molten surging between my thighs and Bryce's lips working its way on me, my hands slipped into his jeans and he stilled. His breathing heavy as he seemed to wait for my fingers to reach their destination. I held my breath, my eyes still closed as I thought about it.

Did I want to?

I sighed. Shivering slightly by the urge to just reach out and grasp it. Yes. Yes I wanted to.

Still holding my breath, I softly moved my fingers deeper into his jeans and almost fainted as they came into contact with the thick, long length.

On top of me Bryce growled, his whole body tensed. But he didn't move, it looked like he couldn't even breathe.

"Bryce," I whispered, leaning towards him, my eyes still closed, I placed a kiss blindly on his lips before moving my hands all the way in and wrapping itself around his shaft. I pumped. Once. Twice. And then an unearthly growl hung around the room as Bryce jerked his hips against my hands, his thick shaft running against the 'O' of my hand.

"Take it off," Bryce growled against my breast and I immediately unbuckled and opened his jeans, pushing it down enough to bring his large shaft out.

It's huge! It's... woah. This is happening... This is really happening!

I sighed as he nipped against my neck, his growls and groans becoming more and more animalistic as he continued to jerk off of my hand. I tried to test my waters. Moving my thumb over to the tip of his coc!k I rubbed the pre-cum around it before bringing the hand that was grasping his shoulder to grope his balls. I could feel him shuddering, shivering, his dîck twitching against my palm with each longer, deeper stroke.

His peak was coming and I felt it, a growl escaped Bryce's lips as he continued placing open mouthed kisses against my neck, my back arched into him. The dizzying ache in between my thighs slightly distracting.

My strokes increased in pace when suddenly his thrusting stopped, He stilled and then shuddered violently. I stilled. I could feel something warm land on the sheets above my tummy and I smiled softly, finally opening my eyes.

I felt accomplished. Bryce's reactions, his uncensored groans, it made me feel better. Accomplished.

I smiled as I watched Bryce above me, his eyes still closed tight as he continued to shudder from the aftermath of the orgasm. His eyes opened slowly as the high, subdued and I almost screamed. His eyes were golden. His eyes were shining golden!

Superm-kryp-kryp-Vampi-W-werewolf? N-no!

Finally not being able to hold it in i let out a scream, shutting my eye. Maybe I was being delusional... He stiffened, and I slowly opened my eyes again. Blue.

I sighed, relieved, as I cussed at myself for being an idiot. Of course his eyes weren't golden... Right?

I smiled at him slightly, and a speck of gold flashed through his eyes. I froze.

What if it was real?

Suddenly Bryce moved up and out of bed, removed all of his clothes and without a backward glance, walked into the bathroom. The sound of the door click shut caught my attention.

Locked the door... he locked...

Pushing aside the thoughts about his Golden ... Whatever it was, I pulled the sheets up into a ball and then grasped onto the towel that now pay on the floor. I wrapped the towel around me and moved towards the closet.

***

Be strong. Be strong!

Chanting my mantra over and over again I finally walked out of my closet dressed in a simple thin black boy- shorts and a plain white tank, my hair up in a messy ponytail.

What did I feel about what had just transpired between Bryce and I? I mean the intimate bits... were okay... he was my boyfriend... but his eyes? and then, how did he feel about this?

I stopped when I saw Bryce on my bed, looking quite brood worthy.

Sigh.

"Hey," I murmured as I stepped in between his legs, looking down at him with warm curiosity.

Mutant...ET...Werewolf...Werewolf?

Bryce looked up at me and I smiled warmly at him, managing to push aside the 'mental' thoughts for a bit. I was starting to feel like I was finally going mental actually even considering such ridiculous reasonings behind his... golden eyes... and incredible strength, and the inhuman growls... Crap.

"Hi," he murmured back, the dropped his head toward his feet.

I frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing,"

"Sure and I'm Kim Kardashian."

His lips curled upwards slightly and I almost grinned in victory. Progress. "I have to admit, I don't really mind having Kim Karda- OW!"

"You're mine,"

Getting possessive Theia...

Bryce's groan turned into a grin and he pulled me into his lap, I shrieked as my chest connected with his face.

"Broke a nose?" I giggled moving back a little to evaluate his pretty face.

I moved a little trying to settle down in a comfortable position when Bryce's face darkened and getting up with me in his arms he placed me on the bed, getting in on the other side, himself. I couldn't help but notice the distance he was keeping now.

The silence carried on for a few minutes like a thick fog before I decided to break it. He needed to tell me why he acting so strangely...

"Why did you do that?"

Nothing. No reply.

"Do what?"

So he wants to take the oblivious route...

"Since when do you just put me on my side of the bed and not even cuddle? Since when do you just march towards the bathroom after— after— and lock the door?"

Bryce sighed. "You're getting this wrong. I'm sorry if I've hurt you. I—I just think you should know what you're getting into before we— you know..."

I frowned. "And what am I getting into?"

"Soon Thi, I'll tell you soon. Please."

I sighed. Maybe I needed to cut him some slack?

"Okay," I nodded.

Bryce chucked slightly and moved closer to put his hands around me. "Any more questions your majesty, or can we go to sleep?"

"One more," I spoke up.

"Sure love,"

I took a deep breath and then counted to 10.

"Why do your eyes turn golden?"