Leah Imprints

"What is your name?" We both asked at the same time.
"Leah"
"Kyle"
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"Leah," he repeated "what a beautiful name." He said dreamily.

He has grayish green eyes. He is taller than me. Muscular but not bulgy, lean and has a light cinnamon skin. His teeth are perfectly white and straight; nice rosy, perfect kissable lips. Has a defined jaw. Spiky dark brown hair. He is the reflection of a perfect masculine figure. Way hot, to good to be true.

I'm freaking lucky to imprint on hotness materialized.

"How old are you?" I ask.
"28, you?"
"25" I lied no use in telling him I'm 30, I actually look 25.
"Cool."
"Why are you in the middle of the forest? We are like 2 hours away from the nearest town."
"I'm seriously lost. Why are you here?"
"Well, unlike you, I'm not lost. I know exactly where I am."
"You didn't answer the WHY are you here question."
"Touché. Well actually I went hiking an hour ago, from my house."
"Where is your equipment then?"
"Since my house close I don't need any equipment. I go hiking around all the time, it clears my mind."

"What is your last name?"
"Clearwater, yours?" I answered surprised by his question.
"Wolf" Oh my God, fate brought us together, I love the irony. "I've been here over a week, can you lead me towards your house please."
"Sure, no problem."