Chapter 6 Practice
Thanks Stephenie, for kinda ruining my life.
Just a few more chapters left. Once again... I'm trying really hard to find a realistic voice for Nessie. It's hard. Thank you all so much for the awesome comments and reviews. Tell your friends.
Nessie's POV
When Daddy was sitting back in the car, Mom took my hand and led me up the front steps.
"Block your father for a second. I'll fill him in when we're far enough away," she said glancing towards the car. We could see Daddy's eyes narrow with suspicion.
"Okay," I replied. Quickly I started going over a play by play of the football game while Mommy talked.
"Alice called after your father left. She told me to pack you a bag…that you might want to spend the night. So your pjs are in there and your tooth brush and some clothes for tomorrow, a less revealing shirt," she said raising an eyebrow at my zipped jacket. "And-," She hesitated anxiously.
"What is it, Mom?"
"For the love of God, Nessie. I am in NO WAY condoning this, but it would be irresponsible for me not to at least provide you with some options." I was so confused. What in the world was she talking about? "Now I don't completely know what's going on. Alice just told me your feelings for Jake had changed, but there is some—protection at the bottom of the bag, just in case you and Jake have decided to – take your relationship further."
"Oh," I swallowed. I wasn't planning on doing that. We had just kissed for Christ sake. And I was only seven. Last year Mom and Grandma Esme had spent two months worth of lessons giving me the ins and outs, so to speak, of Sex Ed. I felt well informed and in no way, shape or form ready to take things "further".
Mom's expression calmed a bit when she saw the horrified look on my face. "Are you gonna be okay? You can come home anytime you like. You just call me, okay? I'll come get you."
"Yeah, I'll be fine." I needed to talk to Jake. We needed to straighten somethings out. "Mommy, thank you for being so understanding. You have no idea how scared I was. I'm still a little scared you, know. I'm kinda confused."
"Sweetie, I was human when I met you father. Trust me, I know confused," she smiled at me. "We love you, honey. We'll be waiting for you in the morning."
"Okay," I said quietly. She kissed me once on the forehead, then headed down the stairs. I stopped replaying the game in my head for Daddy then.
She got back in the car. I waved one last time… I love you, Daddy. I had to let him know one more time. He smiled and I slipped back inside.
I closed the door behind me and turned to Jake. I had to wait just minute, mind blank, to let Mom drive at least 6 miles. Jake just stared at me, a tiny smile on his face. It wouldn't take long, she was flooring it.
Finally I gave myself a moment to breath.
"Everything okay?" Jake asked gently. And then it hit me. Crap. I hadn't even asked him.
I held up my bag. "I'm sorry. I didn't even ask. Is it okay if I spend the night?"
"Is that what you want, Baby?" his voice was deep and smooth. It instantly turned knots in my stomach. I wanted to kiss him again. Instinctively, I bit the inside of my lip.
"Yes," I whispered, looking at the floor.
"Then why don't you spend the night," he said, as he stood and walked over to me. How had I never really looked at Jake? His dark eyes and his full lips were perfect. His deep copper skin glistened in the faint lamplight. His strong, arm muscles rippled from his neck down to his wrists. The definition of his broad chest and perfect abs could easily be seen from across the room. And as he finally reached me, as he reached up and swept my hair back over my shoulder, I marveled at his large beautiful hands. It didn't hurt that he was a foot taller than me either. He was absolutely gorgeous.
Jake slowly unzipped my jacket, while I stepped out of my shoes, and pushed them next to the door. I shrugged my jacket off and Jake threw it on his coat rack.
Then he took my hand and led me back to the couch. We plopped down next to each other, me sitting cross legged, my knee on his thigh.
"I'm a little surprised he let you stay," Jake said. He hadn't taken his eyes off my since I came back in the door. I liked that, but it was making me a little shy. It would take a little getting use to, that look of love in his eyes.
"It was mostly Mom. He might have said no if she hadn't shown up." God bless her.
I took Jake's large hand in mine. I had some much to say, so much to think about but I didn't know where to start. I wanted to voice my thoughts out loud though. It wouldn't be fair to make Jake do all the talking.
"So," I mused. "I'm not exactly sure what we are now. I don't really have any experience with this whole adult relationship thing, you know what I mean."
"Is that what you want? An adult relationship," he asked sincerely.
"I don't know."
"Why don't you tell me what you do want and we can worry about titles later." That couldn't be too hard, right. I had taken care of the few things I didn't want. I had ditched Andrew, at least for the night. I had been able to tell Jake how I felt, sort of. And I had talked to Daddy and he hadn't disowned me or killed Jake. Now pretty much all that was left was to go after what I wanted. Why – all of a sudden did that seem so hard.
Sensing my hesitation, Jake spoke again, touching my hair. I loved the way it felt.
"How about you just tell me the first thing that comes to mind?"
"Let me see," I mused out loud, looking at our hands. "I wanted to stay with you tonight and I'm here."
"Yes, you are," he continued to stroke my hair.
"Well what do people do - I mean - I don't really know how these things start. I don't want anything to change really. I still want to have fun with you like we used to and I still want you to come over for breakfast and do stuff with me and my family. I mean we don't have to get all serious and gross like my parents, do we?"
Jake couldn't help but laugh at that. Damn it. I sounded like a little kid, again.
"Baby, of course things can stay the same. Nothing has to change at all."
"Well I don't want things to stay exactly same,"
"Really?" Jake inquired teasingly. I kept my eyes on the floor. This was so embarrassing.
"Yeah." My lip twisted out of my control as I nervously switched sides to nibble on.
"Really?" Jake ducked his head trying to catch my gaze. I bashfully turned my head away from him.
"Yeah." I still refused to look at him. Then he was on me, tickling me mercilessly.
"Really?" Jake asked. "Is that so?"
"Jake, STOP!" I shrieked, laughing uncontrollably. I leaned over the arm of the couch trying to get away from him, which was totally useless. He was just too strong. He grabbed me and threw me across his lap, doing the one thing I absolutely hated. He pulled my shirt up, and started blowing raspberries on my stomach like I was an infant. I laughed harder, begging him to stop.
He propped me up, but kept tickling me. The tears were streaming my down my face. He pulled me around facing him, my legs either side of his thighs. I looked up into his dark brooding eyes, my teeth grazing the inside of my lip.
We both stopped laughing then.
I couldn't help it. I gently placed my hand on the side of his neck.
I do want to try some new things. I looked down as I replayed our kiss from a little while ago.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you babe?" he whispered, placing his hand over mine. I watched his lips intently as he pulled it up to his face and gently kissed my palm. He was so cocky and I sorta loved it.
I gulped. "Yeah."
He looked down at my lips as he spoke again, his voice near a whisper. "Come here." I leaned forward and Jake met me half way, our lips catching on fire. I had NO idea how to kiss. Before I was still crying a little and I kinda just went with what Jake was doing. This time, still NO clue. I'm pretty sure Jake could tell cause after a few seconds he gently took control, tilting my head to the side slightly with his hand, which curled around the side of my neck. His warm lips moved slowly against mine, parting slightly so I could taste him.
Jake had always smelled like nature to me, like freshly cut wood and really clean dirt and a mountain spring, but the way he tasted was something different, a subtle mix of fresh grown mint and clove honey. It was very tasty and oddly familiar.
I giggled a little and he pulled back a little.
"What?" he said. I recovered quickly, trying to unbruise his ego.
"Nothing. It's just the way you taste. It reminds me of the tea and honey Grandma makes me." I leaned forward again, our lips touching. This time I tried a little harder, but I couldn't be completely sure if I got it right. Jake let out a small sigh as my lips softly tangled with his. Soon he pulled away and he touched his forehead to mine. Eventhough I probably sucked at it, I liked kissing, a lot.
"Nessie, listen. We can do whatever you like, we can be whatever you want. You want me to be your friend, I'll be your friend."
I couldn't imagine that I would enjoy kissing or straddling a friend this much… or that I would ever have dirty thoughts about the possibilities of straddling a friend. Geez, when did I start thinking like this?
"If you want me to be your boyfriend," he tickled my ribs again quickly. "Then I'll be your boyfriend too."
"I guess that works, right? You being my boyfriend," I ran finger across her dark eyebrow. It was so soft.
"I'll be your boyfriend then and some things can stay the same, like breakfast and back yard football with Rose and Em and some things will be a little different." He leaned forward again and kissed me softly just below my jaw. My body trembled a little at his touch.
"I'd like that," I murmured.
I leaned forward and put my head on Jake's shoulder, feeling content for the first time since I'd seen him that morning. Geez this was a long day.
I closed my eyes, as he rubbed circles on my back. His touch was amazing, warm and gentle. It made me feel whole. I reached up and placed my hand on his shoulder.
So you have me all to yourself tonight. What do you want to do?
"It doesn't matter. We can sit here like this all night if you want." he said softly.
I'd never been alone with Jake for this long before. I quickly thought of all the things I had wanted to do in the cover of night that we couldn't do before.
Well I have one idea.
"What's that, babe?"
I pulled back to look in his eyes, a wicked grin on my face. Let's go play in the woods.
"Alright," he laughed and stood, carefully placing me on the floor. "I'll grab my bag."
Jake ran up the stairs two at a time, while I put my shoes back on.
"Here you go mama," I turned and Jake threw me a zip up hoodie I'd left there a few weeks ago. He knew me so well. I didn't like to go into the woods in my leather jacket.
I couldn't help but stare as he pulled off his wife beater and shoved it into the black backpack he had in his hand, before he walked over and handed to me. I didn't have time to snap my jaw back closed before he caught me drooling over his pecks. My hand twitched in his direction, but I held it back.
"You like what you see?" A tiny smirk touched his lips.
"Shut up," I said glaring at him. I had seen Jake without his shirt on several billion times but it had never before had this kind of affect on me. These feelings were really going to take some getting used to. I couldn't help but feeling like I was in a little over my head.
"Give me a few seconds. I'll meet you out back." Jake walked past me and slipped out the kitchen door. I grabbed my cell out of my purse and threw my hair up in a pony tail.
When I came outside, Jake was pacing by the edge of the woods in wolf form, his pants and boxers folded neatly on the stairs, his sneakers right beside them. I grabbed his stuff, shoved it into the bag and ran to his side. He nuzzled the side of his head against my shoulder and looked toward his back, motioning for me to hop on.
"I need to stretch my legs. I haven't run all week. Maybe –" I said running my fingers through his short fur, "I'll hop a ride on the way back." He huffed and started walking towards into the trees.
"I'll follow you." Jake took off running. He'd spent a great deal of his nights since we moved here checking out the local terrain, finding herds of deer and moose, rivers and streams to clean up in, fun trees for me to climb. We'd only hunted as a family twice so far, so Jake definitely knew better spots to head then I did.
We ran northwest for a while. It was so easy to avoid main roads here, the woods were so dense. Even if we were to stumble into someone's yard, Jake would be in no real danger. It was never an odd occurrence to see animals like wolves, bears and moose and deer strolling out of the trees to take a look around.
We ran past Newfields into New Market to the edge of the Great Bay. We stopped on the edge of Stratham and took down a few deer. Jake was always hungry and I'd had a blood-free diet during the school week. What I wouldn't do for some O negative.
When we got to Jake's intended destination, we could see far across the bay that there were houses and condos speckled along certain parts of the water's edge, but there were parts where unclaimed wilderness pushed right up to the slightly rolling tides.
The night was so pretty, cool, but not cold and the waxing moon shone bright on the water.
Jake padded over to the water and cleaned off his mouth and paws. Daddy had taught me the proper way to hunt so I remained squeaky clean. I found a place on the ground and collapsed.
"It's so nice here," I whispered.
Jake came over, huffed a low wolfy sigh and put his head on my knee. I ran my fingers through his short fur again. I kinda liked it this way, a little spiky but just as soft. His tail wagged, fanning my hair.
We sat for a while and I told Jake more about my week, how much I hated wearing that stupid jumper and everyone else's gripes about school, which I'm sure he could sympathize with. He was lucky he would never be able to repeat high school again. I told him about my classes and that I was thinking about joining a few clubs, like yearbook or the art club, but I hesitated when I got back on the subject of my friends. He nudged me and whined a little begging me to speak what was on my mind.
"I have to break things off with Andrew, but I'm not sure what exactly to say. I've never had to turn someone down before." Jake made low growling noise at that. "I know, I'll think of something. I'll ask Grandma. She knows how to be polite." Which was true, Grandma Esme could punch you in the face and make you feel like you should smile about it with one polite apology.
"And then there's Amanda and Maddie," I continued.
Jake titled his head to the side in confusion.
"Well I want to tell them about you, but what can I say. 'Yeah I turned Andrew down cause I'm with someone else now. He's 25, but don't worry. It's totally cool with my parents.'" Jake shook next to me with his wolfy chuckle. He reached his muzzle up and licked my face gently. I wiped off the slobber with sleeve. I knew we'd talk about more when we got back to his house.
Soon it became apparent the moon was moving across the sky. It would do us no good to show up for breakfast, me half falling asleep in my cheerios. Even if nothing happened, Daddy would be paranoid that we were up all night doing more than talking.
I stood up, threw the backpack over my shoulder and climbed on Jake's back. He'd been letting me take the lead so much tonight, I wanted him to be in control for a while.
As we headed back the same way we came, Jake slowed when we hit a small stream. I looked around taking in the scent in the air.
"We should have gone around." Jake turned to me nodding in agreement. The scent was pretty fresh, not even an hour old. It was Aunt Rose and Uncle Emmett most likely heading out for another one of their late night romps. Gross. They could have stayed at home. I wasn't there, but that wasn't the issue at the moment. They would no doubt come back in the same direction and most certainly catch our scent. Emmett wouldn't be able to resist blabbing about this, or at least ribbing Jake about it in front of the whole family tomorrow.
"Crap," I whispered out loud. I'd have to deal with it tomorrow. It wasn't like we could erase our scent. Jake blew it off and headed back to his house, moving quickly through the trees.
Soon we were back in his yard. He walked right to the edge of the porch and I hopped off. I put the bag down and stroked his head one more time, cocking my head to the side, looking at him carefully. He did the same, wondering what I was thinking.
"Nothing. Your head is huge." I said in a light tone. Just a simple observation. He growled sarcastically and poked me in the stomach with his cold wet nose.
"I'll be inside." I laughed and scurried up the stairs. Closing the door behind me, I sat down in one of the kitchen chairs and waited for Jake to phase back and get dressed. Suddenly I heard my phone beep. I pulled it out of my bag.
It was a text message. From Andrew, sent a little before midnight. I looked at the clock on the stove. It was a little after one.
I hesitantly opened my phone.
Had a really good time. Hope I can see you again tonight.
"What is it?" Jake asked scrutinizing the look on my face. I just handed him the phone. He still had his wife beater in his hand.
"Yeah you should ask Esme. I can't think of any reply that doesn't involve the phrase 'Back the fuck off'."
"That's really sweet, Jake."
"Whatever. I don't need to be sweet to him," he put the phone down on the kitchen table and swept me up to his chest, his arm wrapping around my waist. "I only need to be sweet to you," he growled in my ear. Yep. Definitely in over my head. I looked down at Jake's lips, but completely chickened out. Instead I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, hugging him to me.
After a moment he pulled back little, and tucked a loose stand of hair behind my ear. "A little too much for you right now, Baby?"
I couldn't bring myself to say the words out loud. It was so embarrassing. I placed my hand on his neck.
I just have no idea what I'm doing. I have feel like such an idiot. I'm not good at the whole kissing thing.
"Trust me, you're plenty good. But don't worry. We have plenty of time to practice," he said with a sly smile.
Grandma Esme's words came back to me, her first lecture on kissing and holding hands.
"I know we're a little different Nessie, honey. But most of us were human long enough to do a little bit of courting." I had ask her to explain what the hell courting was before she could continue. "When I was a little girl there was a boy across the farm named Mitchell and Mitchell liked me so I let him hold my hand." That seemed easy enough. You like a guy, you let him hold your hand.
"For some people it takes a while before you find the person you're meant to be with. For me and my time it was a little bit longer than most, 26 years and for Grandpa you know much longer than that. Your mommy didn't have to wait long at all, 17 years or so. For most humans it takes longer than that, and sometimes when they are waiting to find that special person, they find people they might like or even love and they practice things like holding hands and kissing so they can figure out what the like." That word, practice, rang again in my mind. Practice. We could do that.
Jake pulled me from my reverie. "I'm going to hop in the shower. You can use the one in the guest room and then I'll be down to tuck you in, okay Princess," he said the last part mockingly, wagging my chin again. Apparently these new feelings we had weren't enough to stop him from teasing me like the little kid I actually was.
I just glared at him for a moment and just because I couldn't help it, smacked him on the butt as he turned to walk away.
"You're gonna pay for that," he said as he disappeared around the corner. I grabbed my phone and went into the living room to grab my overnight stuff.
Once in the guest room, I dumped my bag out, surveying the contents. One of my favorite, green t-shirts and a clean pair of jeans, two pairs of socks, a bra and some underwear, my bag of toiletries, my pj pants and one of my built-in-bra tanks that gave me mega cleavage, that I never wore around Daddy. Thanks Mom.
On the bottom of the bag were two more items, a pack of a dozen condoms and adult sized feety pajamas, a gag gift I'd received last Christmas. The one from Mom, of course and the other, from Uncle Emmett and Uncle Jasper. They'd taped a note to it.
Sleep tight little camper. Love Uncle E and Uncle J. Oh there would be pay back for this.
I picked up the condoms, all 12. What the heck did mom think we would be doing? Well I knew what she hoped we wouldn't be doing, but 12. Really?
I grabbed my pajamas and went into the bathroom to shower. When I came back all clean and perfectly drowsy, I found Jake sitting on the bed, the pack of condoms in one hand and the note from Emmett and Jasper in the other.
"I'm gonna have a little chat with your uncles tomorrow," Jake remarked. He turned, and his eyebrow raised slightly taking in my appearance. Again, thanks mom. I couldn't help but blush a little. I should have thrown on a t-shirt. Jake wasn't dressed much better, just a cute pair of red flannel pants with black paw prints on them, courtesy of Aunt Alice. He didn't have a shirt on. He was going to drive me insane.
He stood and threw the rest of my stuff back in the bag and placed it in the chair.
"You don't have to sleep down here you know," Jake said.
"I know, I'm just trying to pace things with Daddy. I would hate to have him come over for the game on Sunday and then notice my scent leading up to your bedroom." I had both of our lives to think about.
"Good call. Come on." He pulled back the covers for me and I climbed in, sitting up against the headboard. Jake lay down next to me on his stomach his feet hanging off the edge of the bed.
"So what do you think you should tell your friends?" He asked.
"I have no idea," I sighed, a little frustrated. "I don't want to have to keep you a secret for three years. I mean Rose told me half the fun of having a boyfriend was bragging to your friends about it."
"Yeah that's cause Blondie and Emmett love to brag about everything. Even I know more about their relationship then I'd care to. We'll figure something out. Don't worry about it, okay?" His tone was gentle and comforting.
"Okay." A huge yawn escaped my mouth. Jake pulled himself up off the bed.
"Where are you going?" I asked. God I sounded like a little kid who was afraid of the dark.
"Up to my room."
"Can't you stay down here tonight? Your scent is all over the place," I begged.
"You're right. I'll stay." He flopped back down on the bed and scooted closer to me. I looked down at his rippling muscles again. Something about them gave me a little bit of courage.
"What?" Jake as he noticed me nibbling the inside of my lip, contemplating where the rest of this night could lead.
I put my hand on his shoulder. Maybe we could practice some more.
"Oh is that why you want me down here? Look at you, you little perv. Conned your parents into letting you stay the night so you could take advantage of a sweet, innocent werewolf. I am shocked." He teased.
"Or not. You can sleep upstairs if you want." I turned off the bedside lamp and I slid further under the covers, rolling on my side, turning my back to him. Suddenly he was under the covers with me, his arm wrapped around my waist. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.
"I think I'll stay right here, if you don't mind," he whispered. He gently tugged my hip in his direction and I rolled, meeting his gaze. "You just let me know, alright. We'll do whatever you want."
"Okay," whispered.
It was strange. I thought it would be years before words like tongue, lips, hips, or chest, nipples or moan would see real any action in my vocabulary, especially in this context, but I guess when it comes to shape shifters and vampire hybrids anything's possible.
Jake reached up and slowly pulled my hair tie out, letting my hair fall on the pillow. I watched his lips the whole time, just thinking about the taste. This time when he kissed me it was totally different. The first two times it was almost like he was trying to comfort me, his way of showing me things were going to be okay. But this time, this kiss, made me feel, made every single inch of my body feel like he wanted me and made me realize even more, just how much I wanted him.
A tingling sensation radiated from between my legs out over my whole body, as Jake slowly rolled me on to my back. He propped himself on one elbow, one hand gently stroking my cheek and his other rubbing my stomach. I was so nervous, but in a good way. Luckily my hands were more than busy touching his hair and exploring the broad muscles of Jake's back. I didn't have to break my lips from his to tell him what I wanted. So I didn't.
But of course he had to pull back to reply. Damn it. Why couldn't this whole touch and think thing work both ways.
"Baby, are you sure? We don't have to do that." He scanned my face for a moment, searching for any sign of hesitation. He knew I was sort of a people pleaser. He wouldn't want me to do something just because I thought it was what he wanted.
I looked down at his delicious lips again and then back up to his eyes, swallowing the lump in my throat.
"I'm sure," I whispered. "I want you to." Jake started kissing me, slow and gentle. His lips parted a little granting my tongue access to his perfect mouth. His hand slid back down my stomach and up under my tank top. The feeling of his large, strong hands on my bare skin made me shiver again.
I broke the kiss again, but not before telling him my clear intention. I sat up a little and Jake pulled my tank up over my head, exposing my breasts. I slid back down into the bed pulling Jake back on top of me. He braced himself, both hands on either side of my shoulders. For a brief moment I thought about how hot it would be if he did push ups over me like this.
A low moan come up from his throat as I ran my fingers down his chest to his stomach and around to his lower back.
He slowly slid down my body, kissing and sucking my neck. His teeth gently grazed my chest and my breathing stuttered for a moment or two. He let his hip drop to the side as he positioned himself to make his way down to his intended destination. One of his hands found my left breast and he massaged it slowly, while laying tender kisses and strokes of his tongue along my collar bone.
Soon his lips found my right breast. He kissed and suckled the soft mound, at times gently nibbling with his teeth.
I had never felt this good.
I arched my back forcing him to take more of it into his mouth and the tingles everywhere started to ca tch fire.
Jake. I moaned internally. He switched to my other nipple, giving it equal attention.
His lips traveled back up my chest and reattached themselves to my neck. His hands were under my back then and in a slow smooth motion, he rose to his knees, pulling me up with him. He held me close to his chest as he turned in the bed, and leaned himself upright against the headboard. I instinctively straddled his lap again and he sunk a little lower in the bed, his mouth level with my chest. He continued to kiss and suck my nipples, while I rubbed the back of his head. My hips began to gently grind my warm center against his body.
God, this was so embarrassing. I bet other girls my age or whatever, weren't mentally cataloging things while they made out with their boyfriends. I was trying to process so much at once. Trying to remember everything Mom and Esme had explained to me. The wetness in my panties, the more than apparent bulge in his pants that only seemed to be getting bigger, the way I wanted him more and more.
For a moment I couldn't help but wonder if maybe he wanted to take things a little further. I wasn't exactly ready for that.
By accident, completely by accident, I thought that last bit right into Jake and he pulled back.
"Baby," he breathed sympathetically. He brushed what was left of my styled curls away from my face. His eyes were soft and patient. "We don't have to do that. I would never make you do that. Do you understand me?" The way he said never scared me cause that couldn't exactly be true. He'd want to do that at some point. "It's what you want." He continued as he cupped me cheek with his massive hand. "Only what you want."
"But what about—" I started.
"No, baby. It's only what you want that makes me happy, okay. I want what you want. And even if I could control it, I would never do anything you didn't want to do. I love you too much."
"Really?" This was still so much so soon. We did need to take things slow. One minute he's my best friend the next he was my would-be lover.
"Yes, really. Come here." I let my head rest on his shoulder as he embraced me, rocking me gently, rubbing soothing circles on my back. "I love you so much," he whispered.
"I love you too, bubby."
"Bubby, huh." Jake chuckled.
"Yeah, it just sort of sounded right," I said quietly, a little embarrassed for the tenth time tonight.
"I like it. It works," he said running his fingers through my hair. It felt so nice.
I started laying small kisses on Jake's shoulder then. Feeling his soft skin and toned physique under my lips. Slowly I made my way down across his chest and back up the other side of his neck. He sat patiently, letting me explore. My lips came to the edge of his jaw and he turned his head slightly. The look in his eyes as he gazed down at me was enough to coax my lips back to his. We kissed for a while longer and then he pulled me down back under the sheets and holding me in his arms.
"It's late," he whispered. "You should get some sleep."
"Can we practice some more tomorrow?" I asked bashfully. I definitely wasn't ready for anything too advanced, but kissing like this, I could handle.
Jake couldn't help but laugh at my eagerness. "Sure we can. Goodnight sweetheart."
"Goodnight," I yawned, snuggling closer to him, burying my head underneath his chin. He wrapped his arms tighter around me.
When I woke in the morning Jake was snoring loudly as usual, but it didn't bother me. I was used to the crazy noise. I looked at the clock. It was 9 am.
"Bubby," I whispered in his ear. Nothing.
I poked him in the ribs, hard. "Jake." Nothing.
I lay down next to him and pressed my lips to his, repeating his technique from the night before. Of course that worked. His eyes blinked open and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.
"We have to go," I whispered against his lips.
"Alright, alright. I'm up."
We dressed quickly and took his car back to my house. The morning air was a little cool and it might seem a little odd to passersby, if they saw me and Jake in the early morning hours and if we had the top down. God this was going to be an annoying three years.
When we pulled into the driveway, Mom, Alice Rose and Grandma were waiting on the porch. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.
"Oh, god. This can't be good," Jake grumbled, putting the car in park.
"I have to tell them the truth, if they ask. He'll figure it out anyway," I reminded him.
"Yeah I know. Come on let's get this over with."
We got out of the car and Jake met me around my side, taking my hand.
"Awww you guys are so cute," Alice cooed. I rolled my eyes at her.
"Morning Ladies. What's the occasion?" Jake asked.
"Oh nothing. We're gonna take Nessie out for breakfast and you're gonna spend some quality time with the boys," Rosalie said, an evil grin on her face.
I looked up at Jake as he glared at Aunt Rose. Mom was trying to stifle her laughter.
"They're waiting for you inside," she spluttered.
Jake took my backpack and kissed me on the forehead. "I'll see you later."
The girls came down the stairs just as Jake walked up. He met every one of their shifty eyes, before he went in the front door.
"HEY. IT'S THE GOVERNOR OF KENTUCKY!" Emmett's booming voice shook the front of the house.
My head dropped into my hands. Crap.
Suddenly Alice's arm was around my shoulders. "Don't worry, Nessie. They wont hurt him. Let's go get you some food."
They led me to the car. I couldn't help but look back at the house as the women in my family dragged me off to watch me eat pancakes.
