That would have done anything so she could achieve them...
"Hey Bells, I got you some stuff." Jake hollered as I sat on his cold garage floor.
His couch had, sadly been burnt by Billy, who said it was old enough for a cremation.
"Some stuff?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. His meaning of 'stuff' could range anywhere from food, to clothing , to books, to a joke.
"Stuff about your dream."
"Oh. What kinda stuff?" His definition is very broad.
"Books and stuff Dad said I could give you. It's like a collection of what tribes around here believed."
I pretty much mauled him for the information as he sat down next to me.
What? I'm passionate!
He chuckled, and pulled me against his chest as I flipped open the first book and started to read intently, his chest still rumbling.
"No thank you?" He pouted.
I giggled and turned my head to look at his face.
Stupid puppy-dog eyes.
I gave an over-dramatic sigh, and yanked his head forward and kissed him.
.
.
Well, it started as a kiss.
Jake's garage floor wasn't as cold as it was before, when we were finish ;)