Disclaimer: Twilight doesn't belong to me; purely writing this for entertainment purposes.
The first time it happens, it surprises her.
It is, inconsequentially, just a small peck- a mere touching of his lips on her smooth cheek. It is over before she even realizes what is happening.
But, those seconds that it takes for his lips and her cheek to come into contact, a shiver of electricity goes through her that she feels for the rest of the day.
Since then, she's on edge: alert, and jittery. Will he kiss her again?
The second time it happens, it still takes her by complete surprise.
She thinks she wouldn't miss it again- that she'd be ready for it this time- but once again she looks up at him in surprise because, even though it was short, she can still feel his lips on her face, soft, and barely present, but still seeping into her like a warm liquid.
He smiles at her; his eyes on hers so warm and deep, she thinks she'd like to happily drown in them.
The third time it happens, his lips stay in contact with her for what seems like centuries. Once again, it's on her left cheek, like a butterfly's soft wings caressing her face, so gentle and hesitant.
But then, the moment is over, and he starts pulling away, and Angela suppresses the urge to moan at the loss.
By this time, she starts thinking that Jacob's torturing her on purpose. There's no way he can smile at her like that, and not know the effect he has on her.
It's cruel and unusual punishment for him to only kiss her cheek and not give her what she really craves.
The fourth time it occurs, it isn't really a surprise. After all, he has it coming from the first time he decides to give her a peck on the cheek.
(He really is a stupid boy.)
She literally crushes into him, and pounces on his lips without so much as a second thought.
(Maybe didn't think this all the way…but thinking is overrated.)
Her emotions are multiplied by a thousand, and she thinks she'll burst from something. She's keenly aware of his hand holding onto her hip, and the other tenderly holding her head. And she will never get enough of this- never.
The kissing is frenzied, and their breathing turns rugged and dear god, they can't breathe, and swap spit at the same time, but they need each other too.
(Breathing…kissing…breathing…kissing…)
It's all one and the same. Somehow, their breaths intermingle, and the function to think runs away- everything now is pure instinct, and greed, greed, greed.
To satiate her hunger for this boy-man- in front of her, clutching at her like she does at him.
It's a beautiful emotion and terrifying and feels as though it'll kill her, but it's still as close to heaven as she'll get.