I let out a soft exhale that carried with it a light 'hum' as I slowly opened my eyes and rubbed my cheek against the plush pillow. I could hear Jacob quietly snoring against my hair, his arm draped over me as he cuddled me from behind, still very much asleep. I smiled to myself, surprisingly pleased to wake up wrapped in his arms. It felt very natural to be surrounded by him, to feel his hot body formed perfectly to mine. I could get used to this feeling, could see myself becoming very attached to it. This struck me as odd though, seeing as I never pictured myself feeling so content naked with anyone other than Caleb.

It hit me then, I hadn't dreamt of the crash the past two nights. I had thought that perhaps it had been a deep, drunken slumber the night before that had hindered my dreaming, but I was completely sober when I fell asleep last night. Could this mean that my dark torture could be coming to an end? Was I really moving on, detaching myself from that pain for good? I wasn't sure, but I did know that I was oddly pleased and felt immensely relieved to be rid of those images for the time being. The idea of not having to see Caleb every night, seemed insanely appealing.

I felt a sickening wave of guilt for feeling this way. It wasn't that had forgotten him, that could never happen, but just that I was tired of suffering for him night after night. Was that awful? Was I a horrible person for yearning to be free of the weight he placed on my shoulder by leaving? I shook my head softly to protest my thoughts, causing Jacob to withdraw slightly as he groaned before relaxing back in his place pressed closely to my back.

I needed to get up, have a cup coffee and make breakfast, needed to start my day in the life I was left with, the one I was creating here. I couldn't dwell in the past anymore right now, needed to move forward. I pressed my lips lightly to Jacob's arm before pulling slowly out from under him as I watched him over my shoulder. His brow contorted in his sleep as my body left his, he appeared to be confused by my departure. I smiled at him as I slipped completely out of bed and pulled the covers back up, smoothing them out. I watched as his brow relaxed and he rubbed his face into my pillow before exhaling lightly and going completely still again.

I turned from him and grabbed my silk, thigh length robe from the door of my armoire, wrapped it around myself and lightly knotted it. I ran my fingers through my hair, glancing back at him to assure I wasn't disturbing him as I tip toed across my room to the door. I stepped through it, into the living room and turned to face him. I watched him for a moment, took in his serenity and adorableness as he slept. He was obscenely precious, I thought as I smiled to myself. How did I get so lucky? I shook my head in bewilderment and lightly closed the door to keep from waking him as I started my morning.

The DVD was still playing on the television, looping the main menu because we had been too busy to shut it off the night before. I crossed towards it, pressed the button on the side of the frame and the screen went black as I bent over and turned off the DVD player. I walked towards the kitchen, lightly tightening the tie around my waist before grabbing the coffee grinds. I set up the coffee maker and hit the power switch on the radio that was mounted under my cabinet. Music started flowing from it's speakers, a popular pop song sung by a young girl with a stellar voice, and I carefully turned it down, making it a soft background noise to keep my company while I worked.

I went to the fridge and opened it, peering in as I contemplated what I could make. I tilted my head and examined it's contents, trying to think of something safe to ensure he'd be pleased. I reached in and grabbed the eggs and bacon from the top shelf, deciding bacon and French toast would be suitable. I put those items on the counter and reached for the milk before closing the door and retrieving the bread it's the box on top of the fridge. I put them down next to the other ingredients and went to fetch the vanilla extract and cinnamon. Once I had located them, I bent to get my large mixing bowl and frying pans from their appropriate locations. I prepared the mixture and started to coat the bread as the bacon sizzled in it's pan.

As I started to cook the first batch, one of my favorite songs started to stream from the radio. I couldn't help myself, I started twisting my hips and singing along with the artist as I cooked. I got a little carried away, started battling her as I flipped the French toast and pushed the bacon around in it's pan. I threw in a little hair toss, as I belted out the chorus twisted downward slowly.

When I was working my way back up, I was startled by feeling of strong hands on my waist. I jumped slightly, not expecting the contact as Jacob pressed himself against me and rose with me. I laughed lightly in embarrassment and ceased my dance and rendition, as he pressed his face against my neck. "Don't let me interrupt your performance," he said smiling against my hair. "How long have you been watching?" I asked laughing as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Only since the last verse," he said softly. I laughed again, thoroughly embarrassed that he had witnessed my stupidity. "You creeper," I said giggling as I went back to cooking, his arms still locked around me. "Hey now," he said with evidence of a smile in his tone, "I smelt your cooking, woke up, got very hungry, decided to come check it out and you were already so much into it I thought it rude to interrupt. I find it quite attractive that you sing and dance when you are cooking, kinda makes it breakfast and a show." I laughed and reached around to poke him in the side, "Hey! I have a hot spatula that I am not afraid to use it." He squeezed me lightly before backing off, his hands raised in a defensive manner as I pointed my weapon at him and smirked, "Whoa. I was going to add, a very sexy show but this violence killed it."

I smiled at him and shook my head before returning to my cooking, removing the first batch of toast and putting it on his place with some bacon and preparing the next batch to go in for myself. When the next set was on, I turned to him and offered him a plate. He took it very enthusiastically, a smile wide on his face as he lowered himself into the stool at the island.

"Don't smirk at me, just cause I am feeding you doesn't mean I like you and plan on keeping you around," I said throwing a smile over my shoulder as I poured us both coffee. He raised his eyebrows at me as I crossed towards him, his cup in one hand and the sugar in the other. I placed it in front of him and turned to retrieve the creamer from the fridge as he spoke, "Sure it doesn't, I'm sure you make this for all your enemies who you plan on smiting." I laughed, grabbed the container and crossed back towards him, leaned over the counter as I placed it down next to the sugar and brought my lips dangerously close to his, "Only the cute ones." He held my eyes, his sparkling as he grinned before I brushed his lips lightly with mine and pulled away to focus my breakfast.

I heard him chuckling lightly to himself as I flipped my toast and turned back around to get my coffee. I picked it up and crossed back towards him to make it to my taste. When I finished pouring the creamer and sugar in, he caught my hand, lead me around the counter and stood as he drew me into his chest, "So you think I'm cute huh?" I smiled up at him and rose up onto my tip toes as I drew my arms around his neck, my lips touching his as I spoke against them, "You're not too bad." He smiled and pressed his mouth softly to mine. I pulled back, leaving his embrace and turning from him. I worked my way back towards the stove, glancing over my shoulder as I spoke, "Doesn't change the smiting though."

He laughed and fell back into his seat as he continued his meal and watched me serve up mine. I clicked the stove off, grabbed my plate and scooped my cup up on my way to the seat next to him, winking at him as I passed. We sat eating our breakfast, side by side, glancing momentarily at each other to smile. I felt extremely at ease next to him, no jittery or awkward tension that usually came with the morning after. We kept the conversation light, just the basic friendly exchange to keep the space filled with comfort. Laughing in the appropriate spots and touching each other lightly whenever we felt the moment called for it. It was nice, very fluid and relaxing. He finished first, picked up his plate, put it in the sink and returned to his stool to keep our togetherness. I marveled in his lighthearted composure and this knack to put me at rest the entire time.

I finished my last bite, picked up my coffee cup as I swallowed and looked at him from over its brim before speaking, "You know I could get used to this." He raised his eyebrows at me in pleasant surprise, "No smiting today?" I took another sip and smiled at him sweetly, "Ehh, not today. I'm not really in the mood for it. Plus, you're not so horrible to spend time on." He laughed softly and wiped his brow dramatically in relief, "Whew, I was getting tired of the terrifying tension of wondering what random heavy object was going to come crashing into my skull, rendering me unconscious….I can rest slightly easier now." I laughed, put my coffee cup down and picking my plate up as I rose to put it in the sink while I spoke, "That smartass sense of humor is what makes you worth the wasting of time."

He smiled laughing lightly to himself as I dropped my plate into the sink on top of his, "And my Dad said it would cause me nothing but trouble…funny how things work out huh?" I laughed, tossed my head lightly from side to side as I turned the sink on to rinse off the plates. I could get used to having him around, he was quite the buffer for the dull and disheartening existence that I had become so accustomed to in the past several years. I was rather fond of this sort of morning, this easy and light atmosphere, our remarkable existence together as a unit. I was rather enamored by him, without any effort on my part, just by standing in his pull of gravity. I could feel it pulling at my heart, forcing it's way up and over my walls, not wasting time trying to knock them down and to be honest with myself, I wasn't putting up much of a fight. I rather enjoyed his conquest of me, wanted to sit back and watch him dominate.

"Paige," he said breaking my chain of thought as stared blankly into the running water smiling to myself. "Yeah," I said snapping to, quickly disengaging the water and spun around to face him. He was behind me and I twirl into him, our chest pressed into each other as he caught me. He smiled softly, his eyes glimmering as he studied my face and slipped his one hand under my hair, pressing it lightly to my cheek as his other hand rest delicately on the scoop of my lower back, holding me against his bare chest. "You're an amazingly beautiful waste of time as well," he said in a whisper as I looked up him. He leaned in as I smiled, reciprocating my enthusiasm as he swept his lips softly to mine, holding my eye contact momentarily before truly kissing me as his eyes closed. I leaned into him, pressing myself against him to indicate that I was entirely committed to our exchange of heat as I wrapped my arms around his neck and increased the intensity of our kiss.

I couldn't get enough of the way he tasted, his kiss was addictive. I found myself wanting more, drawing more from him with every movement, demanding more with each exchange. I loved the way his lips worked, the way they did so many amazing things at once, so attentive and rewarding as the moved against mine, just as hunger as my own. I felt myself going hazy, getting completely lost in his energy, feeding from it and wanting every bit of it within me. I fought against it, knew there would be a time and place for it and that it was not here and now. I slowed down our kiss and withdrew my pressure from him, indicating to him that our exchange was over.

He didn't fight it, instead respected it and pulled back as well. He loosened his grip around my waist and kissed me very sensually and slow before withdrawing completely. We held each other's eyes as we brushed our lips together, sweeping them over each other as we smiled at one another. I pressed mine lightly to his one last time before withdrawing completely from him, stepping around him as I watched him over my shoulder, "Let me get myself ready so we can back to wasting our time on one another."

He smiled, slipped his hands into his pockets and watched me walk away.

I could feel his eyes on me as I sauntered towards the bathroom, knew he was watching the way my body moved. So, I added a bit more sway to my movements, made my hips swing more as I walked. Gave him a better curves and angles to observe as I worked my way slowly across the room. When I finally reached the open bathroom door, I paused in the doorway, glancing over my shoulder at him as I flipped on the lights. I let my smile smolder in my eyes, didn't even arch my lips as I studied him, letting him know that I knew he was watching me and that I was okay with it before I closed the door behind me with a light click and prepared to ready myself for my day with Jacob.