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**Author's Note** Mehhhhh I had total writers block, so I'm sorry if this chapter isn't too fab. I hope you'll like it anyway though, I really wanted to write more, but hmmm. I'm anxious to write some more sexeh scenes haha.. Review kindly :)

The week seemed to pass quicker than usual. I wasn't sure if it was the fact that my nightmares had grown less frequent, only appearing once during the week, or if it was the fact that I was looking forward to the weekend for reasons other than burying myself in homework.
I woke up extremely early on Saturday morning, probably because Jacob was supposed to be coming over, and I really couldn't contain my excitement. The week Jacob and I spent together has been the happiest I've been in months, and thinking in all honestly, I'm sure I was really beginning to fall for Jacob.
He was always there when I needed him, he was always just a phone call away, and he never pulled away when I needed to be close to him. Jacob was a far healthier choice than Edward. Not that Jacob had really given me much of a choice after our first kiss.
Charlie had been hesitant to go fishing at first, probably a little worried to leave me and Jacob alone in the house all day without parental supervision. What did Charlie think of me? But, I suppose, he was probably more worried about Jacob. But it didn't take much convincing to get him out of the house so that Jacob and I could have some space; as opposed to almost every afternoon when we would be interrupted by either Charlie at my house, or Billy at Jacob's. The only place we had was the beach, which wasn't exactly the cosiest getting-to-know-each-other destination when it was pouring down rain.

Jacob came by early, letting himself in again, but instead of sitting on the couch, hovered by the doorway.
"So, what do you want to do?" I asked, watching him.
"Can I see your room?" he asked, trying to smile, or smirk, or whatever that face was. It was a bit confusing. Was he trying to be sexy again?
"Do you have to?" I asked. I could only imagine what Charlie would say if he knew. Jacob let out a laugh, and moved forward to half hug me.
"You've been in my room, it's only fair that I see yours," he whispered, and there was that voice again. Damn Jacob. Damn him and his voice.
"Okay," I squeaked, and he grinned with victory as I led him up the stairs, and finally to the outside of my room.

I opened the door slowly, but put my arm up across the frame so he couldn't walk in.
"There, you've seen it, now let's do something else," I said. It wasn't that I didn't want Jacob in my room, it was just that I couldn't imagine anyone else sitting at the edge of my bed but Edward, I couldn't really imagine anyone else lying there with me until I fell asleep. I wasn't sure if I was ready for Jacob to replace one of my final lingering memories of Edward. He leant in, kissed the side of my face.
"Please," he purred. He must have seen the expression on my face, since he raised his eyebrows as if to say:
Oh, so that's all it takes?
I dropped my arm and let him through, and he sat down on the edge of my bed instantly. There goes that memory of Edward.
I sat down beside him, sighing softly as I did.
"Bella, no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you," Jacob said, his voice going serious all of a sudden. He took my hands and held them within his own, looking at me intently.
"I don't expect you to, Jake. If you find some other girl, some girl who isn't heartbroken, some girl who loves you more than I do, I'll understand," I whispered. Though I wasn't sure just how truthful I was being. If Jacob found another girl, I don't know what I'd do. I don't know how I'd cope. I loved him.
"Don't ever say that," he said, his voice was full of anger and he grabbed my shoulders.
"I love you, and I'll only ever love you!"
"Thank you," I think I said, though I was crying now, so it may not have gotten through. I felt gratitude and guilt all mixed into one.
"Oh, don't cry honey," he said softly, all the anger was gone. He kissed me, gently on no more than my lips, and held my close to him.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly to his chest, as he ran his fingers through my hair. "You never have to apologise with me, Bella," he replied, and he pulled me down so we were lying together on my bed. He put his arms completely around me as I curled up into a ball, my hands up against his chest. His heartbeat was quickening.

I felt myself tilting my head up to kiss him, quickly on the lips, but he turned it into a long, slow kiss, and in one not-so-graceful movement, he was on top of me. I reached up to feel his face, his smooth warm skin beneath my fingers, running my fingers down his neck and out across his shoulders, and finally leaving my hands up across his back. His left hand was on my waist while his right was holding the side of my head gently as he kissed me. I could feel his left hand wandering up across my stomach beneath my blouse, and I stopped kissing him.
"Jake…" I breathed, but he just kissed my cheek and let his lips find my neck, and oh - how does he know how to do that!?
"Oh, Jake, oh, stop!"
"Too fast?" he asked, bringing his face back above mine, looking a little scared. I could feel my own heartbeat pounding, so loud I was sure he could hear it. We were both breathing heavily.
"Yeah," I replied. He leaned in towards my ear.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his lips brushing my ear and running down my neck again. It was hard to find the words to stop him again.
"Jacob, Jacob!" I squealed, pushing him off me before he got carried away again. He fell so that he was lying on his back beside me, and he stole a glance to check if I was mad.
"I'm sorry, I just, I want all of you, Bella," he said. Was he worried that I would give up on him? Was he worried I'd go back to the way I was before, was he worried that I was remembering Edward? He looked a little embarrassed, and I could see why Charlie hadn't wanted us here alone.
"It's okay. You will one day, Jacob," I promised him, and I'm sure that in the future, I would be ready. I turned to my side and curled up against him again, sprawling my hand out across his chest, and closed my eyes.

I think I'm in love with Jacob.