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Chapter 3: Oops!

Warm breath and a delicious woodsy smell clouded my senses as his face was just inches from mine. All I could do was stare into his deep brown eyes, which didn't help my thought process very much. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I knew Jacob had asked me a question, but I was in too much of a daze to answer it; I doubted I was even capable of a coherent response at this point. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. It was crazy that he had such an effect on me, but when I thought about it –as rationally as I could manage- I had never been so physically attracted to anyone in my life that it made sense in a way.

He was too close to me, and yet not close enough. Without even thinking, I snaked my hands up to his face and gently tugged it closer to my own. Oddly enough, I didn't actually want to kiss him first –correction, I wanted to, but what I wanted most was for him to want me enough to do it himself- so I just stayed in that position and held my breath. I guess the heat of the moment was too much for him so he pulled back his arms and carefully removed my hands from his face. Immediately, the sting of rejection struck me and I almost cried. Luckily I was able to fight back the tears, but I'm sure my misery was obvious regardless. Jacob ran his hand through his hair and sighed. I desperately wanted to know what was going through his head but at the same time I was still mentally recoiling from what had just happened.

My mouth opened, and then closed, and opened and closed. I had the words, but I just couldn't speak them. Jacob had been avoiding looking at me after he distanced himself from me, but I guess he finally decided to acknowledge the distraught expression on my face and turned to look at me. He just stared at me for a minute –the longest minute of my life- and his eyebrows furrowed. I wasn't able to tell if he was frustrated with having to deal with me or what but he was apparently going through some mental struggle with himself. Feeling as though I shouldn't break his concentration, I silently stared back at him and willed myself to not look so miserable.

The silence dragged on for what seemed like forever, and yet I continued to stare into his eyes as his bored into my own. And just as I blinked, Jacob picked me up, and set me on the roof of my car. He leaned into me as he wrapped my legs around his waist, pulled my arms around his neck, and slid his own arms around my waist. By this point my heart was beating like a drum on the inside of my chest, and just before I thought I'd go crazy, I was gratified. At first, it was gentle, soft, and sweet, but it soon became glaringly obvious to both of our bodies that this wasn't enough. The air heated up around us almost instantly and we pressed more and more into each other as our kissing became rougher and rougher. Jacob was all I could smell and feel and taste and yet it wasn't enough. It got more intense by the minute and I squeezed my legs as tight as I could around him, pressing him as much as I could into me. He moaned a little at that and it only drove me crazier.

I don't know how long it lasted but eventually we started hearing whistles from inside the restaurant and a couple of disgusted groans from patrons walking in and out of Freddie's. Jacob caught onto them before I did and so he pulled his face back from me and turned to look at them. As soon as he did, the people staring immediately whipped back around. We were still tangled up together, and both of our breathing was ragged and heavy. I was a little disappointed that things ended so abruptly but then again who knew where it would have gone had we kept on going like that.

Even after everything that had just happened, electricity still crackled between us. It was hard to believe that we had so much chemistry together but I sure wasn't complaining. I couldn't help but wonder though; did it come from the wish? Or was it real? Deciding not to trouble myself with such thoughts, especially after that, I pulled his face back down to mine and gave him one last kiss before unwrapping myself from him. I hopped down from the roof of my car, grabbed my purse from the hood, fumbled around for the keys, and unlocked the car. All the while Jacob just silently watched me, and I was a little confused as to why he hadn't said anything.

I pivoted and cocked my head to the side, "You okay? You gonna get in the car or what?" He started like he had been in a daze and then laughed, "Yeah, yeah I'm getting in." I beamed at him then slipped inside the car. As I started the engine, and was backing out of the parking spot he commented, "So you never gave me an answer to my question, Chelsea." He smirked a little as he said it. A little thrill went through me when he said my name and I laughed, "You're right I didn't. Although, you seemed to forget about it for a little while," I turned and winked at him. Jacob winked back and I happily focused my vision back on the road, it would be good if I didn't kill us before introducing him to my parents.

"So, are you gonna tell me?"

"Yep, we're heading there right now. Prepare for interrogation."

"And how exactly do I do that?"

"Just be yourself, except don't cuss or talk about your friends like Quil and Embry, because nobody has those kind of names around here. They'll think you're B. them."

Jacob chuckled, "You're really bossy, you know that?"

"I'm aware, I've been told. But seriously, do what I say, so that they buy this story, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, as long as you aren't like this all the time. So what are your parents like anyway?"

I turned and narrowed my eyes at him before answering, such a typical Jacob response, "Well, they're pretty laidback for the most part, but my mom's a bit more high-strung than my dad. However, when it comes to guys I date, my dad will probably never totally approve of you, but impress him as best you can and you'll be okay in his book. My mom generally likes anyone I like, so it should be smooth sailing with her. They're both really goofy and they like to laugh a lot, so if they stuff that's kind of odd or silly, it's because they want you to laugh with them. It's a bit embarrassing, but true. Anything else you want to know?"

"Uh yeah, how about everything there is to know about you? I mean, I'd like to have some idea of who you are, considering you wished me here and everything."

I blushed violently but giggled at his blasé tone, "You know I find it funny that you're so accepting of my explanation, but we'll have to talk about me later because we're here."

We pulled into the driveway of my two-story house. Its bricks were salmon-colored and the lawn was almost perfectly manicured (thanks to my dad's constant care of it). It was one of the bigger houses in our neighborhood, but nowhere near being a mansion. Jacob's eyes widened, however, as we got out of the car. I knew what he must be thinking. My house probably looked like the White House next to his small red house back home in La Push.

"Seriously, Chelsea? Jesus, you're rich."

I rolled my eyes, "No I'm not, Jake. Everything's bigger in Texas remember?"

He smirked a little, "Yeah I'd say so. Alright, let's get this over with." Once he finished speaking, he took my hand and we walked to the front door together. He rang the doorbell with his free hand, looked at me and took a deep breath, then squared his shoulders and waited for my parents to answer.

About a minute later the door opened, it was my mom. Surprise was evident in her expression as well as her voice. "Chelsea, who's this?" As she spoke she moved to the side to let us in. After she shut the door, she eyed Jacob closely and waited for an answer.

Before Jacob could say anything I replied, "Oh yeah, Mom this is Jacob Black, Jacob this is my mom, Mrs. Kemble." They shook hands and I noticed my mom's eyes widen as she took in his muscular build. "Well it's nice to meet you Jacob. Chelsea's dad isn't home right now, he's at the store getting some things but I'll be sure to tell him about her new friend." When she said 'friend', she looked at me questioningly. Knowing she wanted an explanation as to who he was in relation to me, I was about to speak when Jacob interrupted.

"I'm Chelsea's boyfriend, Mrs. Kemble. We just made things official, that's why you haven't seen me around before now." He smiled hugely at her, and she instantly smiled back, obviously impressed by him.

"Well you certainly seem like a nice young man, Jacob, I'm glad you and Chelsea are so fond of each other." She winked at me, and then walked back to her bedroom; we were apparently dismissed.

"Alright, well that's all taken care of," I sighed with relief.

Jacob wasn't as relieved, "I still have to meet your dad at some point, you know."

"True, but let's not worry about that for now. Let's just go up to the game room and chill, come on." I squeezed his hand then began my ascent up the stairs.

Once we were in the game room, we sat down on the floor and started talking, about anything and everything. For the most part the conversation was about me, considering I already knew pretty much everything about Jacob from my books. I told him about my childhood, all the pets I'd had over the years, my favorite movies, my favorite music, and even my favorite books. He chuckled at that answer, knowing he was a big part of the reason.

"Somehow I knew that would be your answer," he laughed again.

"Oh shut up you," was my response. I punched him playfully and in return he squeezed my thigh again. I squealed just as loudly as I had the first time, and he quickly put a large hand over my mouth.

"Be quiet! Your mom's gonna think there's something inappropriate going on up here." He stared seriously at me, but I wasn't phased.

Feeling frisky, I replied, "Maybe there is, Jake," and then I pushed his chest down and crawled on top of him. Straddling his hips, I rocked back and forth a little bit, all the while gazing into his eyes. His mouth popped open a little bit, and a small moan came out. Just that simple noise from him drove my pulse through the roof. I pushed his shirt up a little bit, which revealed his amazing abs and I giggled a little. "God, he's sooo HOT. How did Bella ever resist him?"

Jacob was obviously turned on by that point so he flipped me over and underneath him, and I couldn't help but moan a little as he gave me a smoldering look. Just as we were about to kiss, I heard my mom call from downstairs. Paranoid that she had somehow heard what we were up to, I quickly wiggled out form underneath him and fled downstairs, but not before hissing at Jacob to stay where he was.

I dashed into my mom's room and tried to talk as calmly as I could, still in a lustful tizzy. "What do you need, Mom? Did I do something?"

She tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes, guessing something was up but didn't say anything. Instead she replied, "I just wanted to talk to you about your new boyfriend, sweetie. How come you never said anything about him before?"

Phew. Crisis averted. "Oh, okay. No big secret or anything, I just didn't want to bring it up until I knew it was going to work out. Do you like him?" I twiddled my thumbs as I waited, hoping to hear her approval.

"Oh alright. Yes I like him, I don't know him very well, but he seems very well-mannered and respectful, so he's okay with me sweetheart." She smiled at me, but then her expression changed as another thought occurred to her. "Although, I was expecting you to introduce Alex as your boyfriend at some point soon, you two have been buddies for years."

My cheerful demeanor was instantly replaced by shock and guilt. "Oh shit, Alex. Oh my God, how could I have forgotten about Alex?"