I realized that hiding behind the bathroom door like a sitting duck really wasn't the smartest idea. After what felt like years of laughing, I snapped back to reality. And I really didn't like what I saw.

I had just kissed Jake. And sure, it wasn't exactly the most elicit or sexual kiss. But… Kissing Jake was like… Well, kissing my brother. He was my oldest friend, he was literally always there.

Fine, there had the occasional good night kiss, and the one on my birthday… But, nothing planned. Nothing that I could have stopped.

Well, not that what I did was exactly planned. It was stupid, and irrational… And completely amazing. The intensity of just that one touch has literally turned me into a mess. The swift and powerful yet soft and comforting movements were heaven, and the way he held me. I felt so safe, and at home. Like I could stay in that moment forever.

But I could, and I would, repeat the memory of his arms snaking around my waist, of him pulling me closer. My hands running through my hair was the most animalistic thing I had ever done. If felt so raw, and passionate, and so… right.

I knew he wanted more, I had seen the intensity of his thoughts. He had wanted to… to put it lightly… attack me. And, all things considered I would more that willingly let him.

Just the thought of his touch, the trace of his fingers as they caressed my skin. His burning heat on my pale body was the most erotic thing I had felt. It was almost unnatural how good it felt.

The sound of my racing heart was something that I had never heard before. I couldn't remember a time it had thumped so quickly. I could remember a time I had felt so aware. I wanted him to touch me. Also something that had never happened before.

Playing the scene over and over in my mind made me want to sprint downstairs and do it again. And again. And again.

But it was so wrong. And indecent. I mean, Jake of all people. What was I thinking? What was he thinking? What had I done that had entered those thoughts into his head?

Jakes Point Of View

I could smell bacon before I opened my eyes. God I loved that woman, just what I needed. But it could wait five minutes…

My stomach growled at me, abusing me for expecting it to wait any longer. Swinging my body of bed, I stumbled and fell to the floor. No doubt tripping over one of Nessie's shoes. I swore, but it came out as grunt. Who cares, its early morning.

And then I, well my nose did, realized that breakfast was waiting for me and my stomach. And that was all the motivation I needed to pick myself up off the floor and make my way to the kitchen.

Walking down the stairs was a challenge, I could hardly keep my eyes open, but food was calling, so logically I needed to be at the bottom of the stairs as soon as possible. After recovering from an almost fall, I made it to the bottom, and my god, was I pleased to get there.

Ness was waiting for me, holding a plate of the most amazing breakfast I could think off. A plate piled high of crispy bacon, eggs, crumpets and more. My inner werewolf rejoiced. I wanted to say something romantic, but I pulled a blank. Hey! It's early okay!

"Good morning sleeping beauty!" I managed to mumble, hoping that I didn't sound like a complete tool.

I heard her say something about my stomach, but typical of the early morning, I hardly made it out. I groaned, trying to tell her I didn't understand, and thank god she was able to understand.

"Never mind," She said. She walked forward, cutting off my verbal diarrhea with a finger to my lips. I watched amazed as her hips swayed from side to side, taunting me.

"It sounded more normal in my head." She had no idea how her husky morning voice turned me on. Ah well, there's a time and a place Jake. I couldn't help but notice that seeing her, dressed in her skimpy pajama pants had helped wake me up.

"Ness, you know anything you say to me in the morning isn't normal." Finally! I had said a complete sentence before 10 in the morning! Oh the things this woman could get me to do.

"Oh really? Is that a challenge?" She said, an impish smile spread across her lips, I could tell she was being playful, but god, it was so… Well kinky really… God, I am so glad that Edward wasn't here.

"It's before eight in the morning, and your issuing me challenges? Wow, I really did imprint on a feisty one." I retorted. If she wanted sassy, I'd give her sassy. It seems that all I can do lately is do things she wants. I really need help, if only she knew that I was more than ready to take her upstairs.

Ew Jake. That's just wrong. She's only… 16… I guess. God, get yourself together. I needed to distract my thoughts, before I made a complete arse of myself. I tried to tear my thoughts back to the food before me, but before I could the vixen spoke.

"Well, I'm taking that as a challenge accepted." How like Nessie, no matter what the costs, she never rejected the chance to win a bet. It was stupid teasing, but I got a sense she was taking it really seriously.

I loved the way her face scrunched up like that when she was thinking. But it was nothing compared to when she bit her lip, my god. Whenever she did, it was either cold shower ASAP, for find Jasper. It was actually really weak of me to cave like that, but she was so sexual, with out realizing it.

So pure, and so… Tantalizing. God, I could just…

"I love you."

… That was the most normal, perfect, surprising, amazing, shocking, stunning, beautiful, attractive, sexual thi-

And that's when my body kicked in. And that's when I wished I never got up that morning. I kissed her. Just like I had wanted to for so long.

It was. Stimulating, to say the least. And she kissed me back. It was more meaningful than on her birthday. It was more intense that on her birthday. And it was by far more… adult… Than her on her birthday.

I couldn't resist slipping my hands around her waist. Devilishly sliding my hands under the hem of her tank top. I couldn't help but push all of my passion into that kiss. I imagined it going forever.

God was I enjoying myself. She was so perfect, even though she had never done this before, she had already had me whipped. I could feel her lips slow, the rhythm we had fallen into loosing its immediate passion, and slowing to a more romantic pace.

Being a guy I thought slow would be boring, but it was the complete opposite. She was running her fingers through my hair, and holy crap, it got me going wild. I wanted to moan, but I was worried that she would freak out.

She was moving closer to me, and I could tell she was standing on the tips of her toes, so I wrapped an arm around her waist, and hoisted her higher. I could feel her smile slightly, and I was glad that I had pulled her closer. She could now appreciate me fully. And it was phenomenal.

The moment I was afraid of came soon after. Her lips stopped moving, although not removed from mine. I lowered her down to the ground again. And she slipped back a few steps.

My mind was racing, heart was going at a million miles an hour. My lips missed hers already. My body was craving for her hands to roam through my hair once more. I wanted her now more that I ever had. The desire running through me was more powerful that ever before.

"Ness" I growled. Once again, completely speechless.

"Jake" She squeaked. Her voice cracked as she turned and skipped away. She had no idea how perky her ass looked as she left the room. She was a goddess. She was the most confident, sensual creature I have ever met. And I was just about screaming to what or whoever created imprinting, that they were a bloody genius.