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Ch. 15 I Love You.

Dean's P.O.V. (point of view)

I waited on the porch, when Sandra got to the house, I could tell by her pulse that she was winded. She must have ran to see if I left. That made me smile weakly. Leaving her would be the hardest thing to do, but last night only solidified my decision. She deserves so much more than me, I've caused her this much trouble, and if I left, she'd find someone better.

"Dean." She breathed, walking up the porch steps. Last night it was hard watching her plead and tell me I couldn't. But I could, and I would. Only because I loved her. "Sandra, did you run here?" I asked, trying sound teasing. She rolled her eyes, and I couldn't tell if she bought it or not. "No Dean, I get extremely winded from walking." She snapped sarcastically. "Wouldn't surprise me kitten. Don't your admirers just carry you everywhere?" I asked teasingly. She snorted when she laughed, that was new. I arched a brow and she flushed slightly. "Asshole." She snapped, dragging me into the house.

"Look, I need your help." She breathed, wiping the sweat from her head. "With what?" I asked curiously. "Levi assigned me a project due tomorrow, and I really don't want him to know I didn't work on it at all." She explained, smiling a little. She never realized when she did, but some times she'd just smile a little. A small, genuine, beautiful smile. A smile that showed a fragment of her beautiful personality. I grinned as I recalled my thoughts about the first time I met her. I thought she was rude, and surprising. Because she'd just seen a werewolf shift, and acted relatively calm, also she completely helped me out even though she barely knew me. That's how I realized she was kinder than she let on. She just put on a strong face so she wouldn't let her inner feelings overshadow her thought process.

While her and Levi talked, I grew more and more depressed. Levi would give me the occasional glance because he could sense it, but he wouldn't press the matter in front of Sandra. Who distracted him every time he asked about the project. When he left, Sandra turned to me. Whenever she looked at me, all I sensed from her was genuine affection, I knew she didn't think I could tell that, but her scent fluctuated and her heart beat changed slightly. It was obvious. I knew she had a crush on me from the minute we started talking, but she never acted on it, and that made me sad. She was so skeptical of love that she prevented herself from experiencing it. 

I kept her well distracted the whole day, and that night we lay together. The moonlight illuminated her face. She had curvy, rosy lips, her skin was tan, but not as tan as mine, her features were delicate, and she had long lashes, and large almond shaped eyes, that were dark forests of mystery. All of me regretted that I'd never get to explore that forest, but this was needed to ensure her welfare, because I loved her, and I wasn't going to put her in danger anymore. 

When I got up, she rolled over but didn't wake. Slowly I slid open the window, and before I left, I turned. My heart was drenched in sorrow, but this was necessary. Or at least that's what I told myself. 

Turning, I walked over to her, I tucked the blankets on her more, she was such a deep sleeper. I smiled sorrowfully down at her, and then knelt by her, holding her hand softly. "Sandra, I love you." I whispered, then I kissed her cheek. After that I turned, and crawled out of the window.

Disappearing into the night.