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Chapter 11 – Instigation

I drove back home, replaying Sam's words in my head. For the first time in my life, I went to bed with a huge grin on my face. With thoughts of Jacob lingering in my mind. For the first time, I actually realized how much Jacob really loved me. I couldn't believe anyone could love me to such an extent. It was the same way I had loved... no, I wouldn't think of him. I had to think about Jacob. Jacob... I suddenly found myself smiling. Not a small smile, but a big happy one. My cheek bones hurt whenever I forced myself to smile earlier, now, it seemed so natural. I sighed, blissfully. What was happening to me? Why was I smiling? Why was I so cheerful?

I questioned myself. I was always happy around Jacob, but today, something happened. Something different. I recalled the feel of his arm around my waist, the feel of his warm cheek on my face, his hand intertwined with mine. I had hugged Jake countless number of times, and even comforted him. What changed today? Was it because that I had finally let go of Edward? Was it possible for me to live without him?

I suddenly realized something. I was living without him, and that too, a life that was not a life at all. I began to comprehend Sam's words, how is that one person can change and affect another so much? I realized that it held authentic to me and Edward too. How had affected me in such a way? He hadn't just meant me and Jacob, he meant me and Edward too. The same way Edward affected me, I affected Jacob. I recalled the various times Jacob's emotions reflected on mine, before the imprint. How I felt the horror he felt when he told me about Sam's gang. His sadness, his smiles, his infectious laughter...

Sam was right. Jacob and I were actually meant for each other. If Edward didn't exist, things would've gone exactly as planned by nature. Fate would've brought me closer to Jacob. He was Charlie's best friend's son for God's sake! He wouldn't change into a werewolf, and it would've been the natural path my life would've taken. I would've fallen in love with Jacob. Not because of his looks, but because of who he was. Jacob, my Jacob. I pictured his warm, sunny smile. It was instantly replaced by an angry looking Jacob, who hissed "It's their fault for existing.". So it was my good vampires fault for existing?

That didn't seem a false accusation, since the Quileutes theory was accurate. It was because of them, Sam had to face what he had today. Why was life so iniquitous to all good people? It seemed so wrong. He deserved a happy ending, a happy life. I would've ended up like Leah if Jacob had imprinted on someone else. I need Jacob. He's my only salvation, solace and safe harbour. I couldn't imagine a day without Jacob. The same way I had imagined for Edward, but it was never the same for him. I gasped as I realized the role reversal. Jacob was me now, and I was Edward. I had the power to destroy Jacob's heart, just like Edward had destroyed mine. Shattering it to pieces. I had to be careful not to do that.

No, I wouldn't do that. I shouldn't compare Edward's and my relationship to mine and Jacob's relationship. They were completely dissimilar. It wasn't fair for me to compare Jacob with Edward. They were two very distinct people, and diametrically opposite in physique and personality, and most of all, they were mortal enemies. It was impossible to evaluate one with the other.

I should get over Edward, as had Jacob stated. The pain in my chest hadn't disappeared, except that it didn't hurt a lot, and Jacob had something to do with it. I could love him that way...maybe. I spent another few minutes pondering, and I finally fell asleep. I had a nice dream, but I couldn't remember it in the morning, when I woke up.

I spent most of my time at Jacob's for the next few days, chatting with Billy, who told me Jacob's antics since he was a kid. Listening to it was quite enjoyable. Emily and Kim would stop by, and we would listen to ancient Quileute legends. Even Kim, who had complained about the Quileutes boring history. Billy sure knew how to tell a tale. I always listened enraptured. Turns out that Jacob's great grandfather, Ephraim Black, was a legendary Quileute tribe leader, and Levi Uley, Sam's grandfather, was the second in command. Jacob should've been Alpha, but he refused, because of his stubbornness. At least that's what Billy told me. "I hoped that once he had settled in, and gotten used to all this, he would've taken his rightful position as Alpha. But he's obdurate. He refuses. So the council, Jacob and Sam would be the second in command, until Jacob's ready to take this position.".

Something told me that wasn't going to happen, ever. I felt flabbergasted and shocked at the news. So Jacob was meant to be Alpha, and not Sam. But why didn't he want to Alpha? Surely it was a great honour for him, to be the leader of his tribe? As Billy had stated, Jacob's great grandfather was a legendary chief. Didn't he want to continue the legacy and follow his great grandfather's footsteps? And why hadn't Jacob told me all this? It seemed so mind boggling. I had millions of questions in my mind. I was so busy completing my homework, cooking for him and Billy, and hanging with Emily and Kim, that I hadn't got a chance to really discuss these things. But whenever Jake came home, we rarely had conversations.

Since he was patrolling twelve hours a day, he was clearly fatigued. We never had time for conversations. He would come home, greet us, and eat, and go back. If it weren't to for Billy, Kim and Emily's company, I've would've died of boredom. I was missing him terribly. At least him, being around satisfied my imprinted urge. Today, I decided to ask him about the Alpha business, if I could. He showed up exactly on time, looking worn out. He planted a kiss on my forehead, which suddenly made my heart flutter. This was another feeling which I never had. Since when did my heart flutter? Even when I was with Edward, my heart never felt this way. He began eating, actually gulping down everything. I sat next to him, which made him and me, happy. He went to sleep, before I could put a word in. Billy wasn't that sympathetic towards his son, though he knew that Jacob was worn out, he simply stated that Jacob could look after himself. And now, I knew why. Billy had explained that a werewolf's body were designed to bear with all obstacles. I hadn't had a conversation with him in days. My personal longing for his company, and my imprint's restlessness was sometimes hard to maintain. Billy had gone to visit someone at noon, with Emily. So I was alone with Jake today.

Seeing him like this, dead, gave me a heart ache. After he ate, he crashed on the couch, and began stretching. After I put all the things away, I saw him, impatiently waiting. "Hurry up Bells. I'm getting sleepy," he said, yawning, and patting the space next to him. At first, I didn't comprehend what he was saying. Then, recognition flickered across my face. "Jake, why don't you sleep on the bed?" I asked, worriedly walking up to him. "You're patrolling twelve hours a day; don't you think it's better if you slept in your room? I'm sure it's much more comfortable than the couch."."Naw, I like sleeping on the couch. It has a great advantage that my bed doesn't." he said, grinning. "What's that?" I asked mystified. "You." he replied. I stared dumbstruck. "Me?" I stammered. He nodded. "It's a lot more comfier sleeping on your shoulder than on my bed. Unless of course you prefer joining me in my bed," he replied, with a devilish wink. We were comfortable in each other's silence. We would lean into each other, and sit on the couch, and Jake would sleep on my shoulder, or sometimes, he would accidently end up on my chest, which embarrassed me, but I soon got over it. I would watch a movie or TV, while he slept peacefully.

"JAKE!" I exclaimed, mortified. He chuckled. "So, you see, I'm more than comfortable on your shoulder." he explained, as a matter of factly. I blushed madly. "So honey, you coming over here or what?" he asked, unashamed. I stood there, idly blushing. "Honey... I'm waiting." he said, almost impatiently, as if he were my husband, waiting to seduce me. I hid my gaze from his, and sat next to him, but a little further. But he apparently, wasn't having any of that. He yanked me closer to him, and settled on my shoulder before I could protest.

In a matter of seconds, he was fast asleep. His snores grew louder. I idly watched the images which flickered on TV, but I was distracted by Jake's heavy snoring. I leaned back on the couch, and instantly I found Jacob's head on my chest. I'm sure the colour of my skin was redder than a tomato's. I tried to push his head away, but boy, was his heavy. He almost woke up, due to my attempts to push him away. But quickly, went back to sleep again. I went further end of the couch, so that his head would be on my lap. I switched off the television, and gazed at his flawless sleeping face. He looked a lot like my Jacob now. His serene expression made my heart melt. I brushed his smooth silky hair. It was such a pity that he had to cut off those shiny, silky tresses. I found my hands playing with his hair. I had forgotten to ask Jacob why he refused the Alpha position. Maybe the pressure was too much. Then, a thought suddenly struck me. Maybe it was because of me. He probably couldn't cope up with all this because of me. His insane imprint was always a nuisance. How could he put up with all my antics and insane behaviour, and yet handle the pressure of running a wolf pack? Of course it was too much pressure. It was foolish of me not to realize it. He was only a sixteen year old boy. How much could a normal teen handle?

No, I thought fiercely. He would get his birth right. I would help him through all this. It was my responsibility as his imprint to lighten his burden. I was really grateful to my twisted fate for this blessing, of having Jacob as my imprinter. It was a sanction in disguise, which I had never realized. And neither did Jacob. He suddenly shifted his moments to get more comfortable.

I realized that lack of sleep wasn't going to help him. Looking at him now, sleeping, clearly exhausted, made me feel upset. Why did he have to go through all this for me? Couldn't he just be a normal teenager? I fervently hoped that the Pack caught Victoria soon. For their sake, and Jacob's too. He looked dead these days. I stroked his cheek affectionately. "My Jacob." I murmured. For the next four hours, I was fast asleep just like Jacob. When I woke up, it was almost four. I tried to awaken Jake, who seemed reluctant to even move. Finally, he woke up, groggy, and he almost seemed angry to leave. I couldn't blame him. He cursed under his breath, and stretched around. Finally, he planted a kiss on my forehead, and grudgingly went off to patrol.

The next day, Jake slept on my shoulder again, and this time, he nearly fell on my lap, disoriented. He hiked his arm around my thigh, making himself more comfortable. I was reading a book, and this made it hard for me to concentrate with Jacob's arm around my thigh. He was causing strange sensations all over my body, just like a few days ago. Since the past few days, I'd been busy, and I didn't have time to comprehend the feeling. I brushed my hand in his hair again. So soft. So shiny and beautiful. Just like his smooth russet skin...

Jacob's hair was something I was envious of, other than his stature. I spent the next three hours touching his lovely hair. It was almost as soft as Ed- no, not now. I thought, gulping, I began to sweat, and my heart began pounding. My body shook violently. I gripped Jacob's arm as a distraction and I rubbed my hand against his, and I was instantly comforted. Jacob's mere presence or touch always lightened up my mood. I maintained my position, and the pain subsided. When it was time for him to go, he looked more defiant and reluctant than yesterday.

The following morning, Billy greeted me, as I entered his house. I heard loud snores from Jake's room. "He's still here? Doesn't have to patrol?" I questioned surprised. "Well, he changed schedules with Sam apparently." answered Billy, shrugging. "The boy snores so loudly, that I can barely listen to what they're saying on the television!" he complained. I chuckled. I had to literally drag Jacob out of bed, with Billy's help. He came at four, all smiles. Billy was sleeping in his room. Jake occupied my lap. "Jake, I've meaning to ask you ask you something..." I began, but it was too late. He was already snoring. Today, I began admiring his body, something which I had never realized that I was capable of something like this.

I had never admired a boy's body, not even Edward's. But then again, he didn't walk half naked like Jacob. I had the sudden urge to touch his body. I rubbed my hands along his back, and it felt very good. Jacob made a sound, and I immediately halted, withdrawing my hand, startled. But again, the urge kept building through me. In order to distract myself, I switched on the TV, but it was getting harder to concentrate. What was wrong with me?

I had to snap myself out of it. Jacob had leaned countless number of times on my shoulder and walked around half naked, but I was never distracted this way, and never for so long. I began to feel tension inside of me, and this continued for a long while. I was relieved when it was time for him to patrol. He suddenly gave me a big mesmerizing smile, and debated with himself for a few seconds, and planted a kiss on my cheek, my to my astonishment. I felt the essence of his lips lingering on my cheek. He reluctantly pulled away, winked, and went outside with a big goofy grin on his face. My heart went wild. I stood staring after him. After a while, I shut the door, realizing that I had to. My brain had instantly switched off after the kiss. For the rest of the day, I was fidgety and restless. I cooked a lot more than required, and busied myself. Billy questioned my odd behaviour, and I brushed it away.

I read my book, as Billy was busy in his room. I had scraping noises from his room. Curious, I went in and to my surprise, I found him at his table, with dust and wood scattered all over it. "Hey Billy, what're you doing?" I inquired. "Carving." he replied. I admired the lovely little pieces of craved figures, each unique from the other. There were at least forty of them. "Billy, they're beautiful." I said, in an awed voice. That apparently pleased him. "Thanks Bella," he said, laughing. "Did you make all of them?" I asked, carefully observing them. "Well yes, most of them. Jacob's made some too." he replied, scraping off the wood. "Jacob?" I asked surprised. "Yes, I taught him when he was younger." replied Billy, carefully carving with a small knife.

"Well, he didn't tell me a thing!" I exclaimed annoyed. Billy chuckled. "Well, I guess he was being modest, and we all have secrets Bella." he stated. I snorted. "Jacob's been more than modest Billy," I said, sourly. "I can't believe he didn't tell me a thing!". I sulked for a few minutes after watching Billy. "So which ones has Jacob made?" I asked, looking at the line of figures. "The soldier with a sword, the smaller ones, the one to the left." he said, not looking up. They were a fine collection, but not as precise as Billy's. I had a lot to say to Jacob when he came back.

I spent a long time admiring the carvings. "Billy, do you think you can teach me how to carve?" I asked, suddenly. "Sure. But I wouldn't want you to cut your finger or anything, and I don't want Charlie accusing me of hurting his little girl," he replied amused, and clearly teasing me. I laughed. "I'm sure you'll survive." I said, jovially. "How long have you known to carve?" I asked. "Since I was a little boy. My father taught me." he replied pushing away the unwanted pieces. "And you taught Jacob. To carry on the tradition," I stated. He nodded. "Thanks Billy." I said and I let him continue his carving. I was probably the only one with no special talent at all. I couldn't believe Jacob had kept so many secrets from me. Some best friend he was.

When he came come, I planned to give him a piece of my mind, but as soon as I saw that exhausted face, my heart melted as always, and I felt the same odd sensation, as earlier, as I saw his body half naked. I didn't look at him during lunch, and ignored him. Billy smiled to himself, amused. "What's up with her?" asked Jake, when I was in the kitchen. "Watch out son, your girl's pretty angry," replied Billy amused. "But what did I do? I've been patrolling all day!" he asked, sounding terrified. Did I scare Jacob that much? I wondered. "She looked really mad.". His father merely chuckled. "Apparently, you've been keeping many secrets from her." he elucidated. "Secrets?"asked Jake, surprised. "She'll tell you soon enough son, so until then, be ready." replied Billy, almost laughing.

I wouldn't even look at Jake while serving, which got him pretty worried. Billy observed, clearly enjoying himself. I bet he would gossip to Charlie about his only son, being petrified of Chief Swan's only daughter, who wasn't even half his size. When Billy retired to his room, and I refused to sit next to Jacob. "Bells, honey, you gotta tell me why you're angry, otherwise, how do I make it up to you?" he said, looking at me, as I stared out of the window. "Well, I'm mad at you Jacob Black for keeping important things from me." I stated coldly, my back turned towards him. "Important things? Like what?" he questioned, surprised. "Like about you being the second in command for your pack, and the rightful Alpha." I answered in a monotone. He muttered something intelligible. "Old man! Did he have to?" he asked defiant. "Don't blame this on Billy, if it weren't for him, I would've never known." I said, fuming. I could hear Jacob grunting and making all sorts noises. "Honey, why don't we go out? We can discuss this outside," he said, making peace.

"Why? Can't we talk here?" I asked, coldly. "I don't want my prying father to eavesdrop." he stated, and grabbed my arm, and led me to the garage. This physical contact had my heart speeding up. What was going on? I wondered. He sat in the rabbit, and I followed, and sat as far as possible from him. "Bells..." he pleaded. I looked at the other direction childishly. "Bells, honey let me explain," he whined. I stubbornly maintained my position. Suddenly, I felt his hot hand on my chin, and he turned my face to his. I gasped at the proximity. His lovely coal black irises bored into mine, and he yanked me closer to him. "Look at me Bella," he said, calmly.

My heart skipped a beat at that voice. "Honey, I never told you all those things because it never came up" he stated, his arm still around my waist. "And lately I've been so exhausted, that I can barely think straight". That made me felt devastated. Poor Jacob. "So, I'm really sorry that I didn't tell you honey. Besides, I didn't want to bore you with the Pack stuff, and all this crazy stuff about the imprinting going on," he said, apologizing. I opened my mouth to forgive him, but I backtracked. "Jake, why would Pack stuff bore me? It's as important to me as you. How can you even think that?" I scolded. "I thought that you could read me like a book,". He looked mournful. "Sorry honey." he mumbled. "So, are you going to tell me the reason why you refused to be the Alpha?" I asked, callously.

He frowned, uncomfortable with my questions. "I didn't want any of it, Bella. I didn't want anything to change. I didn't want to be some legendary chief. I didn't want to be part of a pack of werewolves, let alone their leader. I wouldn't take it when Sam offered" he replied, not looking at me. He gip loosened around my waist. "But I thought you were happier. That you were okay with this," I finally whispered. Jacob smiled down at me reassuringly. "Yeah. It's really not so bad. After letting you know and all" he stated. "So - so you didn't turn down the offer because of me? Because I was too much of an extra burden along with the Alpha thing?" I asked, hesitantly.

He almost looked angry hearing my question. "Bella! How could you even think that?" he demanded. "Of course not! I didn't reject the Alpha authority because of you, what on earth made you think that?". I stared lamely at him. "Well, I already told you that I don't want to Alpha, and why, so don't ever blame yourself for anything. You more than anything to me." he said fiercely. "So, you rejected the Alpha position because you didn't want to be Chief?" I clarified. He nodded. "It was not because you couldn't handle balancing me and the Pack.". He nodded. "Honey, what makes you think you're a burden?" he asked, kindly.

"Well, I keep hurting myself, you and everyone else I meet. I'm insane, I hear voices in my head," I began. "I have the ability to attract danger to me. So how am I not a burden?". Jacob hugged me, and silenced me. "You're not a burden, and none of it's your fault. Even the fact that you're a big klutz, but surprisingly you have a stronger immune system that I thought." he teased. I slapped his shoulder. "Just joking honey. You're the most important thing to me in this world. You just remember that." he stated, embracing me tighter. "Really?" I breathed. "Yes." he replied, burying his hair in my chest. "Jake, can I ask you something?" I began cautiously. "Sure," he said, in a husky voice. "It's about imprinting." I stated. He looked up at me, with the imprint look. "Well, what do you want know? I've already told you everything." he said, surprised. "Well, it's something Sam actually said to me." I stated. "It got me thinking."

"What did Sam say?" he questioned. "Well, he said that Leah accused him of not loving her enough, and that's why he didn't imprint on her." I answered, uncomfortably. Jake shifted unnervingly too. It wasn't an easy topic for either of us. "Well, that may or may not be true. We're still not sure how imprinting works. I mean look at you, you're not Native American, and you're still my imprint. So that means there's something we're missing." he said, sighing. I cleared my throat. "Well Sam has a theory," I said, not looking at him. "What theory?" he asked, surprised. "Well, he thinks that you love me enough, or more than required, and that's why you imprinted on me." I said, swallowing. Jacob gazed hard at me.

"Well, that could be one reason," he agreed. "What else do you think could be the reason?" I inquired. "Well, I think imprinting is probably because of convenience." he admitted, surprising me. "Convenience?" I repeated. He brushed his hand through his hair. "Well, I mean we all imprinted on the most convenient people possible. I mean look at Jared and Kim, he sat right next to her in class. They were bound to be together either way, if Kim had the guts to open her mouth, which she would've I'm sure." he explicated. "And look at me and you. We're best friends. We already knew each other. And Sam ... well..."

"Your theory doesn't apply to Sam," I argued. "If it was for convenience, he would've imprinted on Leah, and not Emily.". "That's where Sam's theory comes in, I guess." he said, shrugging. "I doubt it. How is it possible Jake? Jared barely knew Kim existed until he imprinted." I countered. "Sam didn't know Emily either and you ..." I paused abruptly. "And I always loved you." he finished, looking hard into my eyes. I tore my eyes away from his gaze. "I always have, and I always will love you". My heart pounded at a rate which frightened me. I could feel his emotion through our imprint. "So Sam's theory isn't completely wrong after all." he stated.

I swallowed a couple of times. I comprehended what he was saying. "But they contradict each other," I realized. "They're diametrically opposite.". "I guess you right." Jacob agreed. I gazed at his face, and decided to ask him what was bugging me for days. "Jake, can I ask you something? Would you be honest?" I questioned. "You just did, and yes, I'll answer honestly, I would never lie to you." he answered chuckling. "What was it like when you imprinted on me? I mean what did you feel?" I asked, curious. He sighed. "Such a simple question, and such a complicated answer." he mused. "Well, when I first saw you, after I transformed, well, I couldn't stop staring at you. You suddenly became the centre of my world. It was like you were the sun and I was the earth revolving around you. Or like you were the earth, and me the moon, made just to revolve around you". I stared in wonder. " Like you were my one and only" he said, looking at the starry night outside. "Like you were the only thing that mattered. Everything inside me came undone as I stared at your tiny porcelain face. All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings to a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was –my love for my father, my loyalty to my pack, the love for my other brothers, my hatred for my enemies, my home, my name, my self – disconnected from me in that second snip, snip, snip – and floated up into space."

He closed his eyes, as he was replaying the experience in his mind. "I was not left drifting. A new string held me where I was. Not one string, but a million. Not strings, but steel cables. A million steel cables all tying me to one thing – to the very center of the universe. I could see that now – how the universe swirled around this one point. I'd never seen the symmetry of the universe before, but now it was plain. The gravity of the earth no longer tied me to the place where I stood. I saw only you." he stated smiling. I found tears overflowing down my cheeks. I really didn't deserve all this devotion. "Oh Jacob!" I exclaimed.

His head snapped up and he directly turned to me, his expression immediately altering. "What did I say honey? Don't cry!" he said, upset, and I found my face in his chest. "No, Jake, what you said was wonderful" I stated, sniffing. "You've made me the luckiest girl in the world.". He looked elated at my declaration. "No honey, you've made me the luckiest guy in the world. I'm so glad that I imprinted on you and not anyone else," he said, smiling blissfully. "So now you know what you mean to me, and how much it would mean to lose you. I'd be devastated without you Bells." he said, turning serious. "I won't let anything happen to you honey. I swear. You just be careful okay? Look after yourself."

More tears flew down. I really didn't deserve Jake, at all. "I will, and you have to promise me that you will too." I said, sniffing again. "I already have." he stated, slowly wiping the tears off my face. "You know that you're my life right? I'd die without you?". "Jake, have you ever wondered what would've happened if you hadn't imprinted on me?" I asked, cautiously. His deportment altered. His expression clearly showed that he didn't even like to think that was possible. "I don't know. I never thought of it I guess." he replied shrugging.

"I think I do. I'd continue calling you, and you'd go on ignoring me. I would've confronted you, and you would've asked me to go away. And I would've never found out the truth about you" I stated, sadly. "Bella..." he said, and wrapped his arm my waist. "Honey, I think you've underestimated my self control.". My heart skipped a beat. "Honey, it wasn't for very long that I could stay away from you" he revealed, staring into my eyes. I stared back, awed. "I was already living everyday fighting with Sam to let me see you. You didn't know how much it hurt me to ignore your calls, and listen to Billy to lie to you every day. How agonized I felt when I heard you scream at night. And believe me honey, all this was before the imprint.".

"I would've eventually found a way to meet you," he admitted. "To help you guess the truth about me". "Really?" I asked, doubtfully. "Of course you silly girl!" he said, nuzzling my neck. That sent electric shocks through my body. "You don't know how much you mean to me" he murmured in my ear. My heart went wild and hammered into my chest. I'm pretty sure that he could hear it. His sensations on my neck sent shivers down my back. "I can't afford to lose you," he continued. "I'd die without you.". I was pretty sure that I would die of heart failure, if I escaped Victoria's clutches. Suddenly, a thought occurred. "If I meant so much to you, than why didn't you tell me anything?" I demanded, breaking free from his embrace. "About what?" he asked, frustrated. "I already told you everything." "Well, you haven't. There's one thing that you left out. Actually, after this, I think there are lots of things you haven't told me about yourself." I said, firmly, folding my arms on my chest. "What did I leave out?" he questioned. "Why didn't you tell me that you could carve?" I demanded. "Because it never came up." was his instant reply.

"You already gave that excuse" I stated sourly.

"It's not an excuse Bella, its true," he said, as a matter of factly.

"Sure it is." I mocked.

"Honey..." he pleaded.

I turned my face away again. "So, you saw my Dad carving did you?" he asked peculiarly.

I nodded. "And I wouldn't have known either, if he hadn't told me." I stated unpleasantly.

"I told you, it never came up." he defended.

"Sure it didn't. It never came up when we hung out all those times together."

"What could say? One moment we're working on our bikes, and the next moment you expect to say - hey Bella! I can carve!"

I rolled my eyes. "You could've stated it as your hobby."

"Sure, sure. So did you see the collection?"

"I did. It was exquisite. Billy showed me the ones you made" I answered, refusing to look at him.

"So, did you like them?'

"I did. They were very nice. But I think Billy's was more precise."

"Well, you've seen the master at work. He's the best."

"Oh. He told me that you've doing it since you were a kid."

"Yeah. You know what, I think I will carve again, when I get time, and I just know what to make."

I sensed the longing emotion in his voice, and the feeling through the imprint. I noticed that he was slowly tilting his head towards mine, and his arms slowly wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. My breathing went up a notch, and I could feel the tension in the air. Jacob was moving closer to me and I could almost feel his breath on my face. I was lost in those deep irises. His lips were an inch apart from mine. I stayed still, anticipating, and suddenly, I felt the warm lips pressed on mine. My brain suddenly switched off, and my hormones went wild, and unrealizingly, I was kissing him back.

It was the sweetest kiss I ever had. I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck, and his hands were now wound tight around my waist. My lips moved in a way which they had never before. Against all reason, my lips were moving with his in strange, confusing ways they'd never moved before — because I didn't have to be careful with Jacob, and he certainly wasn't being careful with me. He kept lowering me slowly, in order to deepen the kiss. It was the best kiss I had ever had. I refused to think about him, when I was being kissed like this. All I could feel was his warms lips on mine, and his hands on my waist. My hands reached for his smooth hair, pulling him closer. It was the best feeling I ever had. Those warm lips, those warm hands were something. I never wanted to break apart, and I kept pulling him closer. His hands began to move up and down my waist, and I was desperately kissing him back. When we broke apart, I didn't know who was more unwilling to break apart, me or him. After I got my breath back, and my mind comprehended what just happened, I began blushing, and also panting for air. "That was sure something huh?"he asked, sounding euphoric. I nodded. "Yeah. It was" I replied, breathless. Since we had broken apart, I was yearning for more. I peeked at Jacob, and I saw that he was in bliss. I couldn't help but feel the same, and the imprint really helped. Jacob was ecstatic, and so was I.

We sat in the Rabbit like that, in enjoyment and contentment. I didn't apprehend that I was ecstatically beaming just as he was. I didn't bother about the present time, place or situation. All I feel was Jacob and the kiss. I couldn't compose myself for a long time, and neither could Jacob. I could feel his inner struggle to control himself. I couldn't believe it. I had finally kissed Jacob Black. I had a strong feeling that things would go very well from now on. I let out a huge breath, feeling the best I've ever felt in my life.

"Jacob..." I asked, abruptly. "Hmm?" he asked, beaming. My heart began pounding again, and I forgot to speak. That warm, sunny smile, the radiance, the aura around him, left me speechless. This, is my Jacob. I realized that I was staring at him, devotionally admiring his handsome face. "Uh...you didn't tell me what you were planning to make." I asked lamely. He chuckled, amused."I think you should know the answer by now." he said, smiling. "Uh... no, I don't." I said, mystified. He moved closer to me, and our foreheads touched, and I could feel his warm breath on mine. I was lost in the sea of those black pools. "You." he murmured.