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prompt: shiver

rating: k+


It's late on a Thursday night; Bella's feet are in Jacob's lap as they rest upon the couch, his fingers gently trailing up and down the bottom of them.

"What happens if we fall out of love?" she inquires out of the blue.

Jacob's hand stops at the ball of her foot; the unexpected question startles him. His eyes search her face for doubt, but she's only asking to know.

"That will never happen," he replies so resolutely, so alpha-like that a shiver rolls down Bella's spine. He shifts suddenly, hovering above her. "Not even when the world stops turning."

And when Jacob's lips find hers, Bella knows he means it.