"Hey, Ness." Jake called to me from a few feet away. I looked up from the tiny sandcastle I was making to smile at him. "Yeah?"
He grinned back. "Truth or Dare." He asked playfully. I rolled my eyes while I patted my crumbling sandcastle. "I am so not playing this game with you." I answered with a laugh.
"Aw, come on!" Jacob whined, crawling closer to me. "Just pick."
I groaned then thought for a moment before stating, "Truth."
Jake leaned back on his hands to think. I waited, my little castle still crumbling from the awkward sand. I frowned. I grabbed some moister sand, attempting to still save it.
"Okay!" Jake announced with a quick clap.
"Oh lord." I sighed quietly, rolling my eyes again.
"What is your deepest, darkest secret?" He inquired deviously. I giggled.
"Why the hell would I tell you?" I retorted with an embarrassed smirk.
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because, Because."
"Ugh!" I feel back onto the rough sand with a little thud, and just stared at the sky. "I don't think you would want to know." I whispered.
"Oh sure I do!" Jacob said enthusiastically as he crawled over to look down into my face. His expression then became puzzled. "Wait, how do even keep a secret when you have a mind-reading vampire as a father?" Jake demanded suspiciously. I laughed.
"You'd be surprised Jake, but there are ways." I responded, still looking up.
"Oh." He stated with a thoughtful look, then shook his head and grabbed my hand. "Pleeeeease tell me Ness?" He pleaded childishly. I sat up considered for a minute. I wondered if this would upset him. It might. He would probably think I was a monster. No, of course he wouldn't. This was Jacob. My best friend. And possibly something more. I loved him. I trusted him.
I looked down. His hand had never left mine.
"You smell good." I blurted, peeking up at him from behind my eyelashes. He laughed and pulled me a little bit closer to his side. "Well thank you, but what's the secret?" He coaxed. I groaned.
"That is the secret." I said impatiently.
"Huh? I don't get it." Jake replied, cocking his head. I huffed.
"I mean, you smell really good." I uttered, his expression not changing. "Like amazingly good."
Realization hit his features suddenly and he laughed again. I smacked his arm.
"This isn't funny!" I squeaked.
"No, no, I know it's not. It's just the fact that that is your secret. You could have told me I smell good to you. I would have let you take a chomp any day, Nessie." Jacob finished, grabbing my hips and pulling us to the ground, me on his chest. I remained silent.
"Isn't that a little odd though? Considering the rest of your family finds my scent disgusting?" Jake inquired with a stroke to my hair. I shrugged.
"I guess." I answered honestly. "I have no clue why you're blood smells so good to me. The appeal just started like, a few months ago. It's weird." I said nonchalantly. Though this conversation was far from nonchalant. Jacob did smell really good right now, but not in a burning way that usual thirst is. It was just kind of delicious, alluring. I just wanted to drink him in. No pun intended.
I closed my eyes and stayed on his warm chest. Just listening to the ocean, our heartbeats.
His hands traced patterns on my back, and he spoke again.
"Do you think I might smell good because of our relationship?" He asked
"Huh?" I replied idiotically, confused.
"You know, like our feelings are starting to change for each other. Maybe… ah, I don't know." He laughed. So did I. "I had no idea where I was going with that. Or, maybe that's just my feelings." He continued. I turned to look at his face.
"Just your feelings? You don't think my feelings are changing as well? Did you take that kiss as just a friendly token of a platonic relationship?" I teased. He laughed again.
"Nah, I guess not." He agreed. "Though if it was, I sure would like another one of those platonic tokens." I giggled in response.
"Maybe if you say please." I pressed.
"Please may I have another token of platonicity?"
"Ha. I don't believe 'platonicity' is a word, Jacob Black."
"That's what you get for dropping out of high school."
"Moron." I mumbled before he silenced me by pressing his lips softly to mine. This kiss was just as sweet as the first. But I wanted more. I got up on my knees and grabbed his hair almost roughly. He gasped as I tightly pulled myself to his body, still needing more. He gently pushed my face away quickly. I frowned.
"We should get you home." He stated blankly.
"Why now?" I asked, "I was actually quite enjoying that."
He looked at me thoughtfully before saying, "Because you're not just mine right now."
Review please! i hardly ever ask that. So please. And since i know someone might ask, No. I don't believe I am capable of writing a lemon.