AN: From the bottom of my heart, I apologize to anyone who still reads my stories and has been patiently waiting for updates. When I tell you the last year of my life has been a roller coaster, I MEAN that. I have been in an abusive relationship, not physically, but in every other way. There were days when I didn't want to get out of bed, days when I felt like I couldn't even breathe. I had no inspiration to write the stories I had already started because I was in such a bad place, I didn't want to ruin them. A few months ago, I ended that relationship and I've been working on getting back to me and who I truly am. I will be going through my older stories to edit them but for right now, here is a one shot.

I had never been one to believe in love at first sight, and if we're being technical, that was definitely not the first time I saw this man. When he walked into Maley's, our town's local bar, his presence commanded attention. I felt the energy that came off of him in waves and I just wanted to ride it, almost literally. It had been years since I last saw him and let me tell you, he grew up. Seriously, he had to be over 6 feet tall compared to my 5'5 height. When I finally tore my eyes from his frame, I made it to his face. Oh. My. God. He had a full beard and it suited him so fucking well. In that dim bar, we made eye contact and the connection between us was almost tangible. I felt my jaw drop just before I saw the fucking smirk on his lips. He made his way to me with purposeful strides and I found myself unable to move from his gaze. I felt like his prey and I couldn't wait to be eaten.

"Bella fucking Swan," his deep voice said.

"Jacob Black," I breathed. Mind racing, I felt like my knees could fail me in that moment and I knew he would've caught me. Or so I had hoped.

He opened his arms and I felt my legs move my body towards him. When our bodies made contact, I felt like I was home. His scent instantly became my favorite smell and his warmth gave me a sense of security that I hadn't felt in some time. I felt safe. I held on a little longer than I intended to but he wasn't letting go either. Finally, sadly, he let me go but kept his hand on my lower back when he bent down to ask how I had been. The heat from his body was deliciously burning my skin through 2 layers of clothing. I could've sworn I melted into a puddle when his lips barely touched my ear when he spoke to me. We talked for a few minutes before he was pulled away by one of his friends. I turned back to mine who were looking at me expectantly. They attempted to drill me but I could hardly hear them as my eyes were locked on Jacob's from across the bar. Eventually my friends stopped attempting to grill me and went back to drinking.

I just couldn't tear my eyes from the man who the boy I used to know turned into. I wondered what he'd been up to the last few years and how his family was. I wondered what type of life he led. I wondered if he was seeing someone or if he had children. I wondered if he was standing there, watching me, and wondering the same things about me. When I finally looked away, I felt a strange sadness wash over me. Almost like an emptiness. I tried to focus on my friends but my eyes always found his anytime I looked around. Every time we moved, if we had to pass one another, one of us would initiate contact. Whether just a brush of shoulders or a hand on an arm or back; the urge to feel was overwhelming. Each time, I felt his heat spread throughout my body and I needed more but unfortunately the bar was closing. I found him one last time and we hugged goodbye before my friends physically dragged me out of the bar.

The only thought on my mind was: how/when could I see him again?

Another note: Let me know what you guys think of this teaser and if you'd like to read more of this or if I should do another random one shot!