Chapter 10: Love in Bloom

Disclaimer; S. Meyer own twilight

BPOV:

The words that Mike spoke cut through me painfully. I was a cold fish, never letting my feelings show. My guard was always up, like some huge un-scalable wall. What was I afraid of? Jacob had proven that he'd changed, and I knew he would never cross a line I had set. But did that mean he couldn't even hold my hand?

I knew in my heart that he'd always been a touchy-feely type of person. It must've killed him to be with me all this time and not ever be able to throw an arm around my shoulder, or grab my hand. I was being overly stingy with any sign of affection. I loved Jacob, I really did. However, it was embarrassing that Mike took my body language as I'm with Jacob, but we're not together. How Jacob must feel!

Jacob's eyes were shining when I interlocked my fingers with his. Surprisingly, it also felt so right. I had made him happy; I was happy too. Why it took me such a long time to make that little gesture to him was a mystery to me.

After that night at the movie, things got more comfortable between us, and the love I felt toward him initially, had grown to the point where I could honestly say that I was in love with him

Oh my gosh. I actually began to crave his touch, and one day, while we were finishing up the dishes at my house, I turned toward him, and took the dishtowel out of his hands. After the blush settled onto my cheeks, I announced, "Jake, can I ask you something?"

He canted his head. "What is it, honey?"

"I … I was … wondering … when you were ever going to kiss me."

That signature Jacob Black grin lit up his face. "How 'bout right now?"

My heart started to pound as I watched his tongue flick along his lower lip, moistening it, then he reached for me, drawing our bodies closer. Holy cow, I was not complaining one bit as his fingers threaded through my hair. The anticipation was murder, and when those warm, sensuous lips met mine, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. What an idiot I'd been, for holding back so long. I trembled all over, worried that I'd fall to the floor. That boy could teach lessons on how to kiss—with meaning.

Jacob held me tighter, sensing my reaction. All the while, I was clinging to him too. I'd never been kissed like this before. It was like a shock to my system; like I'd just awakened to the reality of a deep-seated passion that had just been released. I was a wet noodle, weak and wobbly all over. It was a good thing that Jacob had a strong grip on me.

I wanted to cry when his beautiful lips said goodbye to mine. Come back, my brain screamed silently. His dark eyes were glued to mine as our mouths separated, and we couldn't break the connection for several minutes. I was panting, and breathless, yet wanting more.

We stood there, not saying a word, when Charlie came waltzing into the kitchen. He looked back and forth between us. "Am I interrupting something?"

Without glancing away from me, Jacob murmured, "You could say that."

Winking at me, Charlie declared, "I'll just get me a can of Vitamin R and be on my way then."

He reached in the fridge, grabbed a can, and returned to the TV in the living room.

JPOV:

The memory of our first kiss stayed with me the whole night long. It kept Mr. Sandman at bay for quite a while. Can you blame me? That's all I could think about. Little did I know that it was just a hint of what was to come the following week ...

It was a beautiful evening; Bella and I were sitting on the sand, looking up at the stars, huddled together beside a small fire pit, I'd built. I leaned over to kiss her, and man oh man; she was more cooperative than ever. Bella was like a different person, very relaxed, and very affectionate, if you get my meaning.

"Jeez, whoa, whoa, whoa," I teased. "What's goin' on here? I thought you were a good girl."

"I am, and you, bad boy, are about to see how good I can be."

Hey, I ain't lyin'. That's what she said.

The next Autumn, classes were held at the Tribal Council Center 'til the new school building was completed, and when the summer rolled around once again, a ring sat in my pocket. I needed to make Bella mine. This bad boy was so in love, and ready to see how much better that good girl could get.

The End