Loving Ashlynn (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 26 - Share and Share alike (Samson POV)

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Chapter 26 - Share and Share alike (Samson POV)

She knew.

Fatima knew that we were werejaguars and for a few days at that, and she hadn't said anything; I thought in awe as her breathing evened out.

Fatima was consistent on what she was consistent on; no games, she may not have said anything sooner, but at the same time, Fatima just came right out and asked me if we were like werewolves?

But it was her tone that really affected me, she wasn't questioning me, she wasn't even really looking for confirmation either, it was like she was telling me the time by guessing from looking out at the sky at night. The blackened sky, the stars bright, it didn't matter what time she guessed after eight p.m., it was night.

Although now, I was quite worried about her reaction to touching me, just as I was enjoying her lovely touch, she screamed, cutting off her own shrill swiftly before cradling her head. Leaving her bed on all fours, I crept back into the bathroom, shifting and dressing before going to check on her, but when I asked, she seemed to curl in on herself much more and groaning in displeasure.

Taking that as a hint, I grabbed my bag, and sat down on the floor of her room, not wanting to leave her just yet, and still needing to get my homework done.

Pulling out my own laptop, I checked Fatima again, my eyes gazing at her wondering what had happened, before opening it up and entering my password. The screen showing, I smiled at all the pictures I had on there now.

With no one the wiser, I had made the pictures from our outing to the Hot Springs and hiking into one background. Pictures of me, but mostly of Fatima alone, and when she was hitched up on my back, her smile so small and secretive, but her eyes, as she gazed at the camera, is what really had my full attention.

I had taken and made my own copies, looking at each one, until I was comparing the pictures I took of her, to the ones that the other hikers had taken of the both of us. I didn't want to have it all inside my head, making greater than it really was, but I found that in all pictures I took she smiled, her eyes seemed to be filled with emotion.

Then I had compared that with the ones where she was on my back, her legs wound around my waist, her chin on my shoulder, her hands holding onto me so tight. It felt like something was missing from when I was behind the camera to when a stranger was.

"Hmm," she mumbled in her sleep making me jump, ready to hide the computer screen from her. Until I noticed her shaking slightly, and my eyes were gazing at her long legs, curled up, bare. Shaking my head, placing the laptop on the ground I stood and went to her closet in search of a blanket to throw over her lightly. It was already November, and while there was central heating, our family ran a bit warmer so we didn't have it up as high as someone human may. Finding a quilt I could remember mom making when I was nine or ten years old, I slowly unfolded it, and gently covered Fatima.

Pleased when she fisted the blanket and burrowed underneath, I sat back on the floor, opening my computer once again and began working on typing up my notes for chemistry class as well as the papers I knew I had to turn in, in just a week since Thanksgiving break was coming up.