1.11 Thymus Vulgaris

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Anthony!" I moaned as I climaxed. I snapped my eyes open as I heard the words leave my mouth.

I realized I had been dreaming, but that the lips currently frozen between my legs were a lot more substantial and real. I directed my eyes at them, and found Jacob looking at me with a mixture of anger and hurt.

"Fuck!" I groaned.

"I don´t think so," Jake bit back.

"Jake…" I said conciliatorily.

"Save it, Bella. I´m sick of you sighing that fucking name in you sleep, I just can´t believe you would scream it while I´m licking you! You don´t think I´ve notice how much more passionate you are after one of those dreams of yours. That used to be for me… Now I´m competing with a ghost, less than that, even!"

"I love you, Jake," I tried.

"Do you?"

He sounded so cynical and defeated.