A/N: Just a little something I wrote in honor of Valentine's Day.
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns The Twilight Saga.
Jacob wasn't beside me in our bed when I woke up this morning. Which totally sucked because I was hoping to wake up in the comfort of his strong, muscular arms wrapped around me like I always do. However, I did find a note on his pillow.
Isabella,
I've watched you from afar for quite some time. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen but I know I can never have you. But you deserve better. It's Valentine's Day and I want to make it one you'll never forget.
Love,
Your secret admirer
When I approached Jake that same morning at his shop and showed him the note, he read it and was furious. I asked him if he was the one who left it for me but he swore he didn't. Not only was there another guy out there who was in love with me but he broke into our house just so he can leave that note. They just kept coming. The notes, I mean. I would find them around the house and even at the diner where I work. Some of them were the usual Roses are red; violets are blue while others had Shakespearean quotes written inside. Jake got even angrier. He demanded to know who this guy was but I swore to him that I didn't know.
"It's Paul, isn't it? I've seen the way he looks at you. Like a freaking ice cream cone he wants to lick. Or Seth. He's had a huge crush on you for years. He'd do something like this. Just so he can piss off his Alpha." He went on to mumble incoherent words, crossing his arms over his chest, glaring outside the kitchen window at nothing. I would've drooled over how hot he looked in the black T-shirt he was wearing and had him take me right there on the kitchen counter if it weren't for the circumstances.
The last note I had gotten, my "secret admirer" wanted to meet for dinner. He already made reservations at a fancy restaurant in Seattle so it was too late to cancel. You could guess how Jake reacted when I told him. This time, he got so angry, he Phased and ran as fast as he could into the woods, disappearing out of sight. Thinking he just needed to cool off (again), I got ready and drove to the restaurant (the name was written in the note) because I didn't want to stand this guy up. He didn't even tell me what name the reservation was under but he must've told the hostess what I looked like because she immediately recognized me when I entered the restaurant. The man I was meeting was not who I expected. In fact, I should've known it was him.
"Oh my god," I gasped, placing a hand over my mouth. "It's you."
"Surprise!" Jake did a jazz hand movement as he stood beside our booth table, grinning widely. "Yeah, it's me." His grin turned sheepish. The hostess had walked back to her stand at the front of the restaurant. Our table was located in the back, away from everyone. It was more private, much to our happiness.
"So all that anger about another guy being in love with me?"
"Was just a cover-up," he finished, grinning sheepishly. "I didn't mean for it to go too far. I'm sorry."
"It didn't," I assured him, taking a step toward him to place my hands on his arms, rubbing them gently. "It was actually pretty romantic. You're even more handsome when you're jealous."
Jake leaned down to capture my lips with his and we kissed for what felt like an eternity before breaking apart for air. It was pretty romantic what he did. Leaving me those love notes, pretending he wasn't the one who sent them, then planning a dinner to reveal it all. He was right. It was a Valentine's Day I'll never forget. Especially since he booked us a room at a hotel a few blocks from the restaurant. When I asked Jake how he could afford something so expensive, he told me he'd been saving a lot of money for this special day and that my dad and the pack even chipped in to help. After dinner, we headed to the room and made love until the sun came up.
