So this starts off in New Moon where Bella and Jacob are in her kitchen, just before they start to kiss. And yes, it is a kiss because their lips do in fact touch. It might only be for a split second, but they touch nonetheless.
I apologize if something seems wrong. I was watching the YouTube video second by second to get this as accurate as possible. Her thoughts are of my own imagination.
Anyway, enjoy! Oh and I own nothing. Sadly.
I walked into the kitchen, half hoping Jake would leave. Instead he followed me and stood there, waiting, as I composed myself. I wanted him to stay, didn't I? But why? I knew that even though Alice was here, he would not be coming back. And I knew I could be happy with Jacob. I had almost let him kiss me in my truck. Why hadn't I? I didn't even know anymore.
Jake's voice interrupted my thoughts. "I've done it again." He sounded miserable, like someone was torturing him. I was torturing him. "I keep breaking my promise." We were torturing each other. Why did we do this to each other? It didn't have to stay this way.
With that in mind, I faced him. "We don't have to do this to each other." I didn't know what we could do instead. Well, I did, but I didn't know how to do it. Could he really be more than my best friend? I didn't have to do anything with him. We could just be around one another and be happy. Was that how things should—could—be?
It was as if he could hear my thoughts. He studied my face, then his gaze locked on mine. "Yes, we do." And he walked towards me. What was he doing? His body, his face, his lips, got closer and closer until he was standing right in front of me. There was almost no distance between our bodies. I could feel the heat through his clothes and mine. This was it. I had to make a decision. Did I want to do this?
Yes. The word popped into my head before I could stop it. I wanted to feel his lips on mine, feel his body pressed against my own. I wanted this. I wanted him.
He lifted his hand to cup my face, his fingers barely threaded into my hair. I relished the heat, even as it became almost too much to bear. Then he spoke, his voice low, nearly a whisper. "Bella." His eyes pinned me. I couldn't move. I couldn't stop looking at him. I didn't want to stop. His face came minutely closer. "Kwop kilawtley." A small voice in the back of my head wondered what he just said, but I couldn't concentrate anymore. His breath fanned over my lips, and his eyes closed. I couldn't keep my eyes open. I was about to kiss Jacob Black, and I wanted it. I wouldn't stop him this time.
His body shifted closer to mine, and I lifted my head to meet his lips. Then I felt them. Soft, warm, barely touching my mouth. They began to press against my lips—
Bringggggggg!
Dammit.
Jacob backed away, opened his eyes. I could see the immense disappointment in them. And I felt it too. That's when I knew. His arm lifted to grab the phone, and I stopped him.
"Leave it." My voice came out lower than I can ever remember it being. He stopped and stared hard at me.
"Bella…" His face was hopeful, but cautious. His eyes spoke so much more than he would ever say. He loved me. He wanted this, wanted me. But he wouldn't take anything unless I wanted it too. And I did.
"Leave it, Jacob. Let it ring." I reached up and grabbed his hand, wrapped it around my waist. I pulled him close to me, savored the feel of his body and the intense heat.
His eyes grew dark, darker than I'd ever seen them before. He tightened the arm around my waist and cupped my face once more with his other hand. He leaned towards me, then hesitated. Paused for just a second. But it was enough. I leaned forward, raised my head, and pressed my lips firmly against his own. There was no turning back now. I had made my decision.