Dan's POV

I didn't worry about Storm being with Cynthia. In fact, I was happy. Cynthia seemed happy, and Storm got she wanted. Do I forgive her for kidnapping, drugging, and forcing me to love her? No, not all at once. But for Cynthia as my friend, I would eventually.

Phil never became a vampire after the bite. I didn't fully understand why, only that I was okay with it. He seemed grateful enough.

It was morning, and Phil was still asleep. I didn't go out to buy him a coffee. I stayed with him, my arm draped around his waist and his body pulled into mine.

A thought wiped my brain. What if I hadn't gone to investigate those blue eyes in the darkness so long ago? What if I never found him? He wouldn't be here with me, cutely and comfortably breathing in absolute peace. He wouldn't be human. He wouldn't be mine. Would anyone else have given him the time or chance to allow him to even state his name? He did say that people threatened to kill him before. He also said that there was no one like me. I knew it was just meant to happen, that I found him.

But if I didn't.... Storm may have still wanted to kidnap me. She would have still brought me to her cave and drugged me. She still would have obliviously and naively tried to use me to become human. The only difference if that when she failed, no one would have been there to save me. She may have wanted to kill me. I could be dead. But, I'm not, and I give that credit to Phil.

Phil tiredly rolled over and was now facing me. His gorgeous blue eyes lit up and slowly peeked open. He rubbed his hand across his face and yawned. He looked up at me and darted at my face to kiss me. I smiled.

No, I could never love someone after loving Phil. I could never have loved someone more than Phil either.

Phil's POV

I stared at Dan. I had just woken up, but he was perfect already. I almost lost him once. I would never let anyone take him from me. He saved my life before, but more importantly, he was the one I loved.

"So," I said, "it's just us now."

"Yep."

"Nobody else I'd rather wake up to."

"Phil, you know that I would never leave you, and I would never ever love anyone but you?"

"I get it," I giggled. "I love you too."

He smiled.

Storm had described herself as having a "dying heart." What did she mean? She was heartbroken, probably. I found that sad. It wasn't right, what she did, but I pity her. When she needed him, her love left her. Cynthia wouldn't do that, thought. I knew Storm would be happy now, and Cynthia too. Just the phrase, "dying heart," gave me chills as I thought about it.

Dan removed my thoughts about it by kissing me. It was his kiss that saved me. Though he'd kissed me so many times, each one lit up the array of butterflies he gave me.

"Do you want me to go out and get us coffees?" he offered.

"As long as I can go with you," I smiled, linking hands with him. I looked at my human skin on his. I was still baffled by it slightly. Today, I would go with him. We would drink our coffee together. We would go home and be with each other. I was happy to know that I would never understand Storm's "dying heart." I didn't need to.