Good Night Sweetheart

Up to You

Libby's POV

He's really here, and I can hardly believe it. I feel like garbage, and I have been sick from the moment he left, but now that he's here, everything feels right again. Is this what Megan tried to tell me? How is all of this happening, and does he really want me? I have nothing to offer someone like him. I'm just a broke college student with nothing to my name.

He's looking at me like a starving man; it seems our time apart made him feel the way I have felt, but why did it take so long for him to come back? I thought I could feel him close by the first night, but I'm not sure. I had been crying from missing him and feeling stupid for missing him so much.

I can't even think what to say to him, staring at him and him staring at me, both of us lost in each other's eyes. I feel my cheeks heat up, and I'm light-headed and dizzy. I need to sit down. I feel so weak and tired, but I haven't been able to sleep well or eat anything; every part of me aching in pain. It must have shown on my face because he moves closer and takes my arm.

"Why don't you sit down, and we can talk a bit." His words sound more like a question than a statement, and his eyes look so unsure of what to do. I nod and move to the sofa. He pulls a dining chair closer to the couch and sits as well.

"Can you explain to me what is happening, Megan tried, but she seemed uncomfortable talking about it, and Matt looked like he wanted to flee from the room." I start the conversation making him smile. "Also, should I call you Keith or Morgan? I like Morgan better. It suits you."

"You can call me anything you want, and I'll answer." He says, giving me a half smile, and the dark look is back for a moment.

"Why didn't you come sooner?" I blurt out the one question I want to know more than anything.

"I didn't know your phone got shut off, and I wasn't sure you wanted me to come." He quietly replies. "I also didn't know you would be as affected by all of this like you clearly are. I'm sorry for that. If I had known sooner, I would have been here."

"Okay, now what is going on, and why do I feel like I'm dying from the inside out?" I ask, trying to read his face. All of the emotions on his face are making it hard to know for sure what he feels. I can see the pain and hurt, even anger and longing there.

"Well, we share a bond, it seems, much like Matt and Megan. I didn't think it would affect you as much as it has because humans generally take longer to notice things like this." He hangs his head sadly.

"Okay, what does that mean?" I push him to explain more.

"It means if we aren't together, we will feel like we have been feeling." He doesn't lift his head to look at me.

"So, what happens now?" I'm still trying to get him to talk to me, but I wonder why he's so hesitant.

"We can either accept each other or reject each other." He still won't look up at me, and my heart breaks. Did he come here to reject me? I need to know. Why would he want me anyway? I’m only human.

"So, you came to reject me then?" I can hardly whisper the words, and they chip away at my heart as I say them.

"What? No." He exclaims, snapping his head up. "I won't be the one making a choice. It's for you to decide."

"Why me?" I ask, shocked but trying to hide it.

"Because I know what I want." He replies, and my skin tingles, and the dark tone is back in his voice. "I want you to be sure of what you want either way. I can tell you how to reject me if that's what you want."

"And how do we accept each other?" I ask, trying to figure out what to do and why the decision is solely up to me. What is it that he wants? Is he sure he really wants me? He smiles at my question, and the look on his face makes me blush.

"I'll tell you once you really know what you want." He says low and soft; I think I can guess from the look he's giving me. My cheeks heat up a little making him smile a bit more.

"Oh," I mutter. "Well, I don't know why this is my decision" I furrow my brows and chew my lip subconsciously.

"I told you, I know what I want, and you need to decide for yourself what it is you want. I have all the time in the world to wait." He's watching me, and his eyes fixate on my lip. I stop biting it as soon as I notice what I’m doing, and he smirks.

"Well, we can't be apart, can we, until a decision is made?" I ask, looking at him, and he shakes his head slowly. "What do we do then? I don't what the right answer is."

"I'm happy to stay right here with you." He smiles, and I might die. "Or you can come with me, and I promise to be the perfect gentleman the whole time."

I sit there thinking as he watches me, and it doesn't make sense to stay here in my little apartment.

"I'll go with you, I suppose." I can hardly say the words, and while I want nothing more than to go with him, it also scares me.

"You know being with me at all can put you in real danger, not from me, but others like me. You do understand that, don't you?" His pleading eyes and worried expression are enough to tell me he's as afraid as I am, and for some reason, I almost find it reassuring. He wants me with him even if there is a risk. I'm willing to take that risk; I have nothing to lose besides him anyway.

"I understand that," I reply, smiling a little and watching him relax ever so slightly. "I guess it's a good thing I never unpacked." He gives me a smile and looks genially happy, making my heart flutter.

"I'll get changed, I guess." I look down, a little self-conscious that he caught me in my pajamas, and I've been trying to not look too uncomfortable about it.

"Sweetheart, I don't mind at all. You can stay just like that if you want." His tone is a little deeper, and I blush now. Why does he have to be so sexy when he looks at me like he is?

"Give me a minute," I tell him getting up to go and change. "Oh, by the way, the police stopped by to talk to me. They still haven't found Professor Barns and wanted my statement."

His features harden at the mention of the professor. "I didn't have much to tell them other than he attacked me, and I ran from him." I shrug, and he looks at me a moment curiously as I head to the bathroom with clean clothes to change into.

When I return from the bathroom, he's on his phone with one of several unpaid bills in his hand.

"What are you doing?" I ask, a little angry at him for meddling. I don't want help or sympathy.

"I made a promise to your friends, and I don't feel like getting punched in the face again by a werewolf." He shrugs. I cover my mouth with both my hands.

"He didn't, did he?" I'm shocked that Matt would do something like that, but then again, I did see how they looked at each other.

"It's fine, but I promised Megan, you would call her, and now you can." He smiles, putting the bill down and eyeing the rest.

"Don't even think about it," I warn, and he gives me a boyish smile.

"I would never, Sweetheart." He replies, and he's not very convincing.

"I mean it. I don't need charity." I scold, crossing my arms.

"It's not charity, but I plan to take care of you." He winks and picks up my bag that's still sitting by the door where I left it.

"Ready when you are." He smiles at me, winking again just to make me blush. I swear he's impossible to stay angry with when he smiles like that at me, and I relent, slipping on my shoes to go and stay with a man I hardly know and decide what the rest of my life will be. Stay with him forever or reject him; I'm more afraid that he will be the one to reject me in the end. He knows nothing about me. What if he doesn't like the person I am or the things I have had to do? What if my mother tries to find me again?