I grab the door handle and start to open it. "Thanks for the ride, Bella, and again I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it, Quil," Bella says. I begin to get out of the car but Bella grabs my knee and asks, "Quil, what happened to you eye?"

"My eye?" I am so focused on her hand on my knee that I am momentarily distracted. What was she talking about? Oh right... "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

"It's not nothing. Quil, who hit you?"

"Um." Shit. Should I tell her Jake did it? I'm not sure how she'd take knowing that her boyfriend had given me a black eye.

Bella could sense my hesitation. "Did Jake do that to you?"

Well she did ask and I am not about to lie to Bella so I answer honestly. "Yeah, but I kind of deserved."

"No, you did not. Quil, I'm so sorry." Bella looked really upset. Maybe I should have lied. I don't want her feeling bad about something that was out of her control.

"It's fine, Bella. Don't worry about it."

"Does it hurt?" She asks, gently pressing her cool fingers against the bruise.

"Not anymore. It'll be gone by tomorrow. Werewolves are quick healers, remember?" I joke.

"Right..." Bella still looks upset. She continues her examination of my eye until she seems to convince herself that I'm going to be okay. "Jake shouldn't have hit you. I'm sorry. It's all my fault."

Why was she blaming herself? I was the one that fucked up. "Bella, it's not your fault. It was mine. Jake had every hit to hit me."

"No." She was looking into eyes with such an intensity that I didn't know what to say.

"Well, I did kiss his girlfriend. I pretty much had it coming to me." I shrug. I could not understand why she was stressing over this. It's silent for a few moments and I become aware again of Bella's hand which had somehow shifted to my thigh during her examination of my eye. I have to get out of this car soon or I might do something I would regret later. The feel of Bella's hand was doing things to my body that I should not be feeling.

"But I liked it," Bella finally broke the silence. "Quil, I liked it. To be honest, I kind of want to do it again."

What? Did she just admit she wants to kiss me? Um...I really need to get out of the car. "Um, Bella, I should probably go. I have to get up early." I reach for the door handle again.

"Wait, Quil." Bella pushes down on her hand on my thigh. Ugh, how I wish she didn't do that. It's becoming hard not to give in. I glance at her, my eyes drawn to her pouty lips. It would be so easy to just lean across the space separating us and claim her lips in mine. Shit. She was leaning towards me. "Please, Quil."

I find my resolve quavering. I can't do this. Bella is Jake's girl. I can not kiss her again no matter how much I want to. No matter how badly she wants me to. Bella is still leaning towards me. Before I can think anymore about it our lips come together. Oh god, Jake was going to kill me, but I was not concerned with that right now. All I can focus on is the feel of Bella's lips against my own and the taste of her. She tastes so good.

No, Quil. Get a grip on yourself. You can not keep kissing Bella. She is Jake's girlfriend. Right. I push myself away from Bella.

"Bella, we can't do this."

"No one has to know, Quil," Bella replies, licking her bottom lip a little. Oh, god, that's hot. Lil Quil is having trouble keeping himself under control in my pants. Ugh. I need to get out of here.

"Werewolf, remember?" I say taping my head. "The whole pack will know next time I phase." Shit. The whole pack will know. Jake is SO going to kill me.

"Oh, right," Bella looks away from me. I see this as my chance to escape. I lean towards the door handle again but Bella surprises me. "Who cares? Just try not to think about it."

Bella's lips are on mine again. Ugh they feel so good. I can't help myself. I lose myself in her lips. We're going at it pretty heavily. Bella strattles my lap and deepens the kiss. Ugh. Lil Quil is definitely not staying down now. Damn it. This is getting too out of control. I can't do this. Oh, but how good it feels. Bella grinds her hips against my quite obvious erection and I moan. "Bella..." She seems to like that and does it again.

Fuck. What am I doing? Shit. I let go of Bella's lips and push her off me. "I'm sorry, Bella. We can't do this. You're my best friend's girlfriend. This isn't right."

"Yeah. You're right. Oh god. Sorry." Bella tries to compose herself.

I struggle with the handle but finally get the door open and climb out if the truck. "Sorry, Bella. Bye!"

"Quil!" she shouts after me. "Don't think about it."

Oh god. How could I not?