Less is More
Chapter One
Crackling, radient flames danced over the firewood. Everyone was silent, just enjoying the peaceful night at the Quileute reservation. Jacob was on my left, Embry on my right.
I loved Jacob. He was my very best friend, thick and thin. All that jazz. Of course, he wasn't very satisfied with our status. See, we both wanted different things. I was content with our bond of trust and love, it was so simple and easy. We were always there for each other.
Jacob was after superficial, boyfriend girlfriend crap. He had said before, "I just want to sleep next to you. Touch you, hold you, kiss you," leaning closer, whispering into my ear, "be your man."
I remember puking in my mouth a little bit when he tried to be all sexy with a husky voice.
Anyways, the bonfires were always great. I loved everyone at the reservation, I got along with them perfectly. But stupid Jake wanted to ruin everything. We were about to make smores, so Seth passed around the unfolded wire hangers, marshmellows, Hershey's, and graham crackers. I liked mine all warty and burnt, so I held my marshmellow above the fire longer than everyone else's. I noticed Jacob eyeing me, after a while he scooted closer and whispered, "So you like it hot, huh B?"
He had two sides. Horny, romantic, douche and sweet, fun, best friend. He calls me "B" when he's the latter. But when he's my Jacob, he calls me "Bells"
"Shut up Jake." I said flatly.
He made a frustrated, then he gasped, "Oh crap, Bells. I forgot something in your truck. Come with me?"
"Oh, uh, sure. But, when were you in my truck? I drove myself here." I questioned. Instead of answering, Jake grabbed my hand and tugged me along the way to his driveway, where the truck was parked.
Jake opened the door and hoisted me up into it because he said he needed help finding whatever it was. He got in too, but as soon as his door was closed, he closed the distance between us and wrapped his arm around me. "Oh, B" he whispered.
Hot Kool-Aid! Damn, that liar. He just wanted to put the moves on, that moron. "Jake, you know this is stupid. Let's just head back to the bon fire, and forget this happened. Please, just quit pushing us, Jake."
"I don't think so, Isabella." That was a new one, he'd never called me that before. Slowly, his mouth creeped up on my cheek, over my nose, and along my chin. His mouth hovered over mine, contemplating.
Damn. His lips met mine, then stilled.