Jacob has never had sex before. He's always believed in waiting for the right person, biding his time until the perfect moment came along.

But that moment has long passed and that girl is off in somebody else's arms-if bloodsucker can even be considered a somebody.

So one night he goes out with the guys. Gets completely smashed, which isn't that smashed at all. Werewolves don't get drunk so Jacob just keeps drinking.

He blinks when the bartender trails slim fingers up his arm. He allows her to take him to a room. He pretends it's Bella the whole time.