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Healing Romance

Chapter 1: Garage

I sat in Jacob's garage watching him work diligently on our motorcycles. It was a crisp spring night and the wind blew outside. It had been seven months since I last saw him and I was beginning to realize that he wasn't coming back. The hole in my heart still ached but it ached less and less everyday…everyday that I spent with Jacob. The sound of the frogs croaking outside was interrupted only by the clanks from Jacob working on the motors.

Watching Jacob work was comforting, pleasant even. When he got close to fixing one of the many mechanical problems I had caused, he would whistle joyfully. Every once in a while he would ask for a tool. That was my job, to hand him the tools although I rarely knew what he was asking for.

"Philip's screwdriver" Jacob said as he held out his hand.

"What? Umm…Philip's screwdriver. Right, that's the umm…flat one right? Or is it the other one? The one that looks like a star?" I replied, suddenly aware that he was talking to me.

"Come on Bells" Jacob smiled, "this is your only job."

"I know. Sorry." I said. I turned my head to where Jacob had been kneeling beside the motorcycle and before I knew it he took two gigantic steps and was standing beside me.

"The Philip's screwdriver is the one that looks like a star," he said in a quiet, deep voice. He was standing inches away from me and I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He didn't have his shirt on, of course, and I could see every perfect muscle in his body. He took several deep breaths and his chest rose and fell with every lungful of air. I found myself gazing at his perfectly defined abs and my breathing suddenly became erratic.

"Bella?" he whispered into my ear.

"Yes" I gasped as goose bumps shivered down my spine.

"The Philips screwdriver" he whispered again. He held out his hand without taking his eyes off me.

I could feel myself blushing, wishing he would look away. "Right…umm the screwdriver" I managed to say picking it up from the table. As I placed the screwdriver in his hand, I suddenly felt the warmth of his skin. I glanced up at realized that he had not taken his eyes of me. I felt the warmth shoot up my arm and into my throat. My breathing became erratic again. He still hadn't taken his eyes of me. A smile slowly formed on his lips. The tan skin of his cheeks turned a deeper color of brown. Was he blushing? Had he felt it too?

"Thanks Bells" he said as he slowly lowered his hand from mine. I was sure that my mouth was hanging wide open. I hadn't felt that kind of electricity since, well…him. Before I could gather my thoughts, he was already back working on the motorcycles.

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