I practically tackled Jake to the ground when I saw him at the lake shortly after my argument with Edward. I snuggled my face into his chest, and my arms wrapped themselves around his waist. I let out a frustrated groan against his chest. Jake's arms wrapped themselves around me. I needed this. It seemed to me that Jake was all I ever needed.

"Jake you're my best friend," I started, Jake's arms dropped from around me, but I held on to him tighter, unwilling to let him go, "So tell me the truth. Is what I'm doing ultimately come back and bite me in the butt?" I was hoping he'd say no, and that everything would be okay.

"I don't know," Jake's voice sounded distant. I looked up at him. He wasn't looking at me. He seemed to be looking through me. At least he didn't say no.

"Jake?"

"Hm?"

"You love me?" I just had to know.

"We're best friends. Of course I do. You know that," he said.

"No, Jake. You know that's not what I mean. I mean are you in love me?" He didn't answer. "Am I healing wounds by being your friend? Or am I leaving my own?"

Moments that felt like hours, passed by when I decided, maybe there was a chance I did love Jacob. I certainly loved everything about him, but did I love him?

"Even if I don't quite love you now, I might. Alice can't see most of my future. She assumes I'm with you for the rest of eternity," I said in a small voice. Jake crushed his mouth against mine, and his arms snaked around my waist once more. This kiss felt better than the last one. I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled him closer. One thing was for sure, I loved his kisses. But I felt wrong. I have a boyfriend whom I should love but couldn't, and the more I thought of it the more Jake seemed right for me. I thought about how half the time, which was when I was away from Jake, I was thinking of him. I let my arms hang limp around his neck. Slowly, I gently traced little shapes on the back of his neck, and little shudders of pleasure rippled through his body. I loved being able to get such a pleasurable reaction out of him. Jake slid his tongue into my mouth, careful to avoid my fangs. I moaned a little bit. He smiled into the kiss. Apparently he enjoyed getting reactions out of me too. Why I had all these sudden thoughts and feelings toward Jake were beyond me. All I knew and was sure of was that they were there, and I had no intentions of warding them off.

Jake broke the kiss and looked at me his eyes burning into mine. I trailed my fingers from the back of his neck to the front of his chest. He rested his forehead against mine, and I explored his memories, putting everything in his perspective. I wanted to know how long he loved me, when he started to love me. I heard his thoughts, felt his moods, and watched his actions. I froze. I had traced them back to the day we first met. I did love Jacob. He was my soul mate ever since we first laid eyes on each other. Why hadn't Jacob told me? Why hadn't he said something? Closer looks at his memories revealed that, to him, it looked like I was unaffected. Maybe when we first met and realized this he didn't want it. After all, we were natural enemies.

"Why didn't you tell me Jacob?" I asked. He looked down at me quizzically.

"Why didn't you tell me you imprinted on me?" I clarified.

"I don't know. I didn't think it really happened, but I wanted you to much to ignore the feeling. And then you started dating that George guy. I thought maybe I was wrong, but you always came back for me so I always had hope. That day you kissed me, I was sure some part of you loved me. I didn't want to tell anyone until I knew for sure you were my imprint," he concluded.

"Jake," I exclaimed throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him. He just solved most of my problems. I now knew I loved him. He just solved most of my problems. I now knew I loved him. I wanted nothing more than to stay with him forever. I gently pulled away.

"I love you," I whispered. He smiled and started to lean in for another kiss, but he stopped and we turned around when we heard an angry snarl.