Chapter One
The first time he kissed me I felt like I was on fire from the inside of my soul to the very tips of my fingers that locked themselves in his hair. It felt right. So unbelievably right that I wasn't sure if anything could ever be wrong again. It lasted several heated, warm seconds with electricity pouncing through our veins. I never thought anything could feel like that. When I pulled away and looked into his eyes all I saw was love and trust. I looked sixteen then after all he was sixteen, well at least his mind and body felt that way. Really he was sixteen years older than I am. But that doesn't matter with true love.
When I was little, about nine, they explained to me what imprinting meant because I asked. Edward told him it was his job to explain. He did a good job. I was happy that I was his forever. That is what I wanted after all. And that never changed. When I was fifteen I started to think about him differently. It was never anything vulgar. It was never anything that made my father want to kill Jake. It was just different. We all knew it was going to happen. So that night when he took me out on our first date, wearing a short blue dress walking on the beach after going to dinner, it felt right to kiss him. And it felt even more right afterwards. Because neither of us did or said anything different than we would have if we didn't kiss each other. And that was how it was supposed to be. We would forever be each other's best friends.
"So Alice tells me that they might have to move soon." Jake says afterwards.
"Yeah I heard that too. I don't want to go with them. But I am only sixteen. I want to finish up high school before I leave. My parents will probably stay for that long." I tell him.
"They'd do whatever they asked you to do." He chuckles swinging my hand. I know that he is right. It's true they would do anything for me and I know it.
"We should get going soon." He says.
"My parents said I could stay out till midnight. They trust you." I tell him. I know that means a lot to him. He would never admit it but it's true. We watch as the sun sets on La Push and the twilight appears.
"It's beautiful." I say as I watch the colors appear and disappear upon the ocean.
"Not really, not compared to you." He says and turns to face me. Now it's stuff like that that just drives me crazy. He touches my face gently with one hand and I lean into his touch. His hands are so much bigger than mine but somehow they fit perfectly against my skin as if somehow the universe made him for me and me for him.
"That's because it did." He says. Oh right. He can read my thoughts when I project them. Sometimes I don't mean to. But around him I don't have my guard up so I don't care what he hears. I let him hear it all. He has every right to.
"The universe was thinking of me when it made you." He says wrapping an arm around my waist. I push myself into his chest leaning my arm around to his hair. I just stare into his eyes. He says the most perfect things sometimes. I don't even know what to say back to something like that.
"You made my world make sense, you know that?" he asks me with that Jacob like grin that I love so much. My memories flourish with it. Him pushing me on the swings, riding on his back, watching the sunset, chasing me on the beach, teaching me how to swim, and so many more beautiful times to come.
"Without you I'd be dead. And for that I will be forever thankful to you Jacob Black." I tell him leaning my forehead against his. I can suddenly sense his nervousness. The way his hands falter against my waist. I want to tell him it's okay that nothing has changed. But something did change and we both know it. But it changed for the better. We knew it was going to happen at some point.
"Jacob?"
"Hm?"
"Kiss me."
So he does. And it wasn't like the first kiss. This one was soft at first but then I pull his face against mine and it's rougher and deeper and more passionate than I have ever felt. I keep his hair in my hands and his grip on my waist tightens when I grant his tongue access into my mouth. I don't really know what I am doing but whatever it is it has an affect on Jake right away. I can feel him leaning into me and breathing heavier. The sound of his heart beating faster is all so perfect.
Jacob. Oh, Jake.
"Ness." He says pulling away and keeping his face against mine. I watch as his chest rises and falls. Wow.
Was that…good enough?
"You have no idea." He mutters. After separating he takes my hand and we go back to his bike where I climb on behind him wrapping my arms around his waist and holding on tight. He seems to like that. I can feel his muscles tense underneath my hands.
Relax. I remind him. I feel as he does. He smiles back at me before starting his bike and driving off onto the road. I have always loved riding with him. It's so freeing. And that sounds stupid coming from someone with vampire speed. But it there is something about a bike that just makes me feel like I am in charge of whatever I want to do. Plus it makes me feel like a badass.
"Don't let your father hear you say that." He says at a stoplight. I just laugh.