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.
