Lock and Key || Paul Lahote ~ DISCONTINUED

\\ chapter 2 \\

I wake to the sound of the rain, sighing in annoyance as I sit up. I lay against the headboard and pull my curtains aside, peaking out of the window and into the rain. The sun has barely risen but mom's already gone to work and I don't know where Sam is - quite frankly I don't care. Embry snores loudly beside me, taking up half the bed; I don't mind though, he is literally so warm he's more appealing than a hot bath or a radiator. You can never lose this kid, he's so loud even when he's asleep and supposed to be silent.

I carefully climb over him, grabbing his hoodie and slipping it over my vest top and shorts - the length is like a dress on me and I have to roll the sleeves up in order to use my hands. I tie my hair loosely back in a pony tail and head to the kitchen. After Jacob left last night I excused myself and came to bed, so I am starving right now.

I make myself some eggs and toast, sitting at the counter in the dim lit kitchen. I eat in silence, comfortable, until I hear someone come in. I look over and see Sam rubbing his face, his scruffy hair standing on end.

"Morning." He grumbles and stretches big. He's in just cut off shorts.

"Hi." I wave once and stuff my mouth again. I feel his eyes on my left arm.

"Since when did you get tattoos?" He asks, slightly shocked and angry.

"Since I turned 18." I roll my eyes.

He walks over and takes my wrist, lifting it up to twist it as he follows the design. He examines the flowers, vines and leaves, running his big fingers over them before he examines the wolf on my pointer finger of the same arm.