It's all Stephenie's. I'm just borrowing.


Unfortunately, the best kiss of my life is interrupted by Jake jostling me aware. I glance blearily around, unsure where I am. Jake feels me shift and chuckles quietly. A few more blinks and a rub of the eyes helps me clear my head enough to realize why I woke up. Jake is carrying me into Leah Clearwater's room and had shifted me enough to wake me when opening her door.

"Jake?" I ask, voice thick with sleep. "What-" my question is cut off by a yawn.

"It's around 11. You've been out about a half hour." He answers without hearing the whole question.

"Jake, let me down. I can walk on my own." I say grumpily, dream still fresh in my mind. I feel him hesitate, then finally let me to my feet. I step away immediately, reaffirming our personal space boundaries. "Has Charlie left yet?"

"He's spending the night, too. Snow's too high." He responded, ignoring our boundaries and leaning against the wall next to me. I shiver and give in, glad for his warmth. "Of course, the guys and I could always just phase and plow through it." He pondered thoughtfully.

"Yeah, that wouldn't clue Charlie in that anything is going on with you." I said, more sarcastic than usual.

"Hey, it's not my fault you won't let us tell him."

"Like he'd believe you." Jake gives me a superior look.

"Seeing is believing." He smirks down at me.

"Sure, sure." I say, using his own catch phrase against him. His smirk grows.


The next morning, I woke up to the mouth-watering scent of fresh bacon and eggs frying somewhere nearby. After remembering where I was, I crawled out of Leah's sleeping bag and padded out of her empty room, only to be greeted by the sight and sounds of the Pack, the Clearwaters, Charlie, and Billy all crowded around the Clearwater's tiny kitchen table, all scrambling for a chunk of scrambled egg or a slice of bacon. Jake saw me and grabbed a piece of toast, balancing it on his full plate of all manner of breakfast foods before heading for the couch, handing me the toast before shoveling the food in at an alarming speed.

I took and nibbled my piece of toast, watching in horrified fascination and wondering idly if bloodsuckers were this messy when they ate.

I decided it was physically impossible.