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Jacob sat cross-legged in the woods picking the grass slowly and waiting, the atmosphere diffusing a sweet, sensual aura around him. "This is right." he whispered to himself, the words melting out of his mouth. He knew the inevitable consequences. He understood the possibility of his pack rejecting him, but he knew that he couldn't deny himself any longer. He dug for the note in his back pocket. The now worn parchment felt like soft leather in his hands. He brought it to his nose and inhaled it's, his, deep scent. He opened it and thumbed over the letters and searched the words as he had done seemingly thousands of times now. "This is really, really right." He checked his watch; he wouldn't have to wait much longer.
As Edward started approaching the deepest part of the woods, the sense of exhilarating excitement overcame him. He recalled the orgasmic feeling of betrayal when he wrote and sent the note to Jacob. He had told Bella it was simply a note regarding security plans and the stupid bitch bought it. He smirked as he remembered the face she gave him. He knew his connection to Jacob long before Jacob himself did and it had nothing to do with the old Indians and Carlisle. The last time they had contact the feelings had been too much. He read in Jacobs mind that he felt the same way. There were no romantic feelings between the two, only desire and lust. Even now he could smell the covetous he-slut waiting languidly for him. They would be meeting in a matter of seconds.