Chapter Two.

She leant forward, slowly breathing out, our breath mingling, her sweet breath tickling my face. I couldn't help but keep gazing into those eyes of hers, in an almost trance – she was hypnotising me with her beauty and her random questions. I think it was her eyes. They drew me to her, and I could never think of letting go.

"I could help you," I said, my voice husky as I struggled to breathe. "I would be there for you every second of the day, every day of the week, every week of the year."

"I know." She replied softly, and she reached up to brush her hand against my cheekbone. Her cool touch was refreshing, and she looked at the grass swaying silently in the warm breeze. "Jacob,"

Her eyes returned to mine, and I quietly cupped her head in my hands, her chin rested on my big hands and I half-smiled at her. Her face was so small in my hands, her eyes were so big on her face, - almost amber in this strange light, and her hair was shockingly dark against her smooth, pale face, my wants were almost unnatural and unreal. What would happen if I just leant in a fraction of a millimetre, and kissed her? How would she take it? Would she kiss me back?

Before I knew what I was doing, I bowed my head at hers, our noses touching and I closed my eyes to breathe her in. It was her that kissed me first. Her head tilted back slightly and our lips touched, hers were as soft as I had imagined. I moved my hand to her neck, to stroke her long hair, twisting curls around my fingers.

Our kiss was brief, but sweet. We didn't go farther than just the lips, even though it was almost unbearable for me to resist her sugary, lilac honeysuckle aroma that circled around her as she breathed.

She looked at my chest, running her hands across the muscles that were beginning to bulge. I didn't tend to wear a lot since I did phasing too often – today I just had my cut off black sweats, and my last pair of sneakers. I felt a shiver run down my spine as she stroked my stomach, becoming more toned by the second – I guess it's a werewolf/guy thing.

"I lied to you." Bella said. She looked away from me, and glared at the sunset, the gentle oranges and pinks of the sky softening into each other, her hand resting on my chest, laid on my heart. My heart was hammering now. There was some anger swelling inside my mind, hurling my sense out of view.

"You're a bad liar, Bella." I answered, clenching my teeth and my fists as the words drifted out, watching Bella with my eyes wide at my thoughts.

"Sometimes." She said, her eyes becoming wetter but she didn't cry, her face screwing up, the crease in her forehead deepening.

"All of the time." I stated, my voice firm and inhuman - but what could I say? I wasn't as human as Bella was anyway. I could read Bella like a book, and I remembered that time walking down the beach, she flirted badly with me. She was a bad flirt, but I had been pretty lonely. I couldn't help myself.

"Forget everything I said last night, Jake. I'm sorry." Bella said. Last night? I wrecked my brains searching for the answer – we'd spoken on the phone briefly. She withdrew her hand and placed it over mine on the ground. Thinking about it, I could remember every single word of the conversation.

"Bell," I said eagerly down the phone. Maybe Caller ID wasn't a good thing after all.

"Hey Jake."

"Oh, hey Bella. It's nice to hear your voice again I guess."

"I'm not a sucker for pick up lines."

"You wouldn't even need a pick up line, Bell."
"Shut up Jake!" Bella laughed down the phone, her grin wide on her face and all of her white teeth showing. She swallowed her laughter and put on a more serious tone. "So, I called you up to see if you wanted to go to that field we found the other day."

"Yeah?" I asked. Did my voice sound too keen? Most probably.

"Yeah." She agreed. "I really do like you Jake. I know you get all weird about that sometimes, but hey, we're both freaks."

I chuckled to myself. "Who you calling a freak? I'm a six foot six werewolf." I laughed a little harder, but then stopped. " I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Billy's calling me"

I had ignored her comment – she liked me, but I wasn't weak. She knew I liked her, and I wasn't about to say it to this old, dusty phone. No way. It was tempting, but no. It had to be a perfect time.

"I don't really remember it anyhow." I replied, my tone souring as I thought back.

"Huh." Bella breathed, her voice a little higher than usual. "When I said I liked you, I didn't mean it. I adore you Jake. You're my best friend and my worst enemy all rolled into one. You say stupid things and you are a werewolf for crying out loud," She laughed, "I wish I could be more to you than just Bella – but at the moment I just need to be with someone. At least to get me through this. You're my own personal sun."

She kissed me, before I even knew and my head was spinning. Short and simple, but I completely lost my angry train of thought. I loved her again, and she loved me. It felt good.

"Oh, and I do like your hair short. I can see your eyes better." Bella continued, reaching a hand up to run her fingers through my hair.

"I thought so." I lied.

We carried on talking until the blackness of night fell upon us. Bella was asleep very easily, so I carried her back to her truck, and lay her on the seat. Her hands wrapped a little tighter around my neck, and she kissed my cheek slightly.

"Edward, Edward," She whispered, disillusioned in her sleep. It hit me then. I drove her home without another word, going fast but carefully. I was angry, of course. First she loved me, and then she loved that leech. She kissed me, and then she fantasies of touching that parasite. It made me sick to the bone, ill to the core. I hated him more than anything, and it was hurting me to ignore her love for him. I didn't know how dominant her love for him was – if it was more than her love for me. I didn't want to think of it that way, but I couldn't help it.

That night, I sat in bed, thinking and dreaming of Bella. Not the normal thoughts either – I was thinking of her round with my child – our child. But then, the usual ideas hit home, me entering her, kissing her from top to toe without a second thought. My love was stronger than my lust, but I couldn't help but continually repeat in my head how she touched my stomach, running her hands across me, listening to my heart thump. All the anger had dissolved almost instantly – because I loved Bella. I would kill for Bella. Whether she loved me for me – that was another question.

Authors Note:

Well, hello there. Thank you for the comments, reviews and favourite things that appeared in my Inbox. It is nice to know that I am not talking to myself! I'm sure if I had some more I could write a little faster – I do intend to update the story every week or something, so stay tuned!