Jacob Black took a step closer to me and smiles introducing himself again because I had forgotten. But now after seeing his face it all comes back to me. The rides in Billy's old truck down the dirt road to his house, staying up late watching kid movies, having sleepovers together. (I was forced to go with his sisters but we jived better than I did with girls anyway.) I would sneak into Jacob's bed and snuggle with him and cry a little if I missed home because Charlie and Renee were just going through their divorce. I was five at the time and it hurt a lot but Jacob made me feel better.
He held me and we even practiced kissing a little awkwardly of course because we were both little. He was six and didn't know what we were doing kissing yet.
Three summers later Jacob turned 18 and I was 16 and we kissed again better this time. It felt hot and good to me and I kept it going until all of our clothes were off. We were in his bedroom and nobody was home.
I had lost my virginity to Jacob Black, my best friend and boyfriend that night and we slept inside each others arms all night. It was great.
"We used to make mud pies when we were little too Bella. Remember that?" Jake said and I did remember. He had made me a mud pie and I drank it up and kissed the chocolate part off his face. Charlie and Billy both saw and I couldn't face my father for the rest of the week because I was so embarrassed. He said it didn't matter that I was with Jacob as long as I was being careful with him because Charlie knew that little Jacob was fragile. I would never hurt him though because I loved him and we were best friends. I loved Jacob and we made each other complete.
That's what friends did for each other. Like two pieces of the same puzzle. And I needed that more that Jacob himself would ever know.
