BELLA'S POV
I woke up in a strange bed. It took me a minute to realize there was a man with me. At first I jumped back, but when I realized who it was, I softened. Mr. Black, my beautiful band student teacher. I'd had a crush on him for weeks now. And judging by the way he took care of me and kissed me last night, I'd guess he liked me back. I spent a few minutes studying him. He was wrapped up in a separate blanket. He looked younger when he slept, more relaxed. I shook it off and went to get in the shower. I felt gross after a night of being ill. I took my time, using my fingers to get the knots out of my hair. When I finally came out, I found that he had left. But he made me a stack of his clothes. I put on the pants first only to discover they were far too big. But the shirt was pretty modest on its own. I stepped out into the kitchen area, only to be swept up in my handsome teacher's arms again.
JACOB'S POV
It had been a few days since my weekend in heaven. We spent all day talking, about our lives, our futures, and what this meant for us. I smiled fondly at the memory of her blush when I asked her to be mine. Yes. What a wonderful word. So much had been conveyed in the moment she accepted my advances. She belonged to me now. I didn't know if girlfriend was quite the right word, but I didn't have to worry about that. At school she was just my student. Right now, we were at school. I gazed at her fondly as I recalled how she sighed contentedly when I kissed her hair. Not being able to touch her was he'll, of course, but seeing my angel would have to suffice for a while. But tonight, she would be spending another magical night at my apartment. I had prepared of course, but I expected nothing from her but her company.
I raced home that afternoon, wanting to check once more that I was ready for her. She had a meeting after school and would be coming to my apartment from there. The first stop was the bathroom. I had shower products for her, as well as hygiene products. I wanted her to feel comfortable spending time here no matter what. Next, the bedroom. I had went through my clothes and found the smallest items. Sweatpants that were slightly too tight on me, a shirt that would cover both of her shoulders. She had confessed that she found wearing my clothes comfortable, like I was completely surrounding her. My angel enjoyed my scent. The last thing was the kitchen, stocked with pop tarts. I had noticed that she enjoyed them more than other snacks. It took less time than I had anticipated, so I decided to clean a little while I waited for her.
It felt like it had been ages by the time she knocked, but my clock told me ran a hand through my hair absent mindedly while I went to get the door. What I found was the opposite of my expectations. My angel was wearing a black dress. She looked incredible. It was tight, following the curves of her body. It was possibly the sexiest thing I had ever seen. For a moment I wondered how I would hide my excitement, but then she was kissing me, running her hands along my body. Her leg wrapped around my hips, and almost before I could catch her, she was completely in my arms. The feeling of being with her was intoxicating, almost to the point of delirium. It was only when her hands were at my belt that an alarm went off in my bag head.
"Angel, what are you doing?" I whispered, relaxing my grip on her slightly. But I knew. She wanted me. And oh how I ached to give in to her. But I knew that wasn't what she needed. My sweetheart needed emotional support, not sexual distractions. I gently set her down before leading her to my couch. "I know you aren't ready for this. We aren't ready. What was all that about?" I reached up to cup her perfect face. At first her cheeks burned red, but eventually she lowered her gorgeous eyes and began to cry. "Bella, Bella, what's wrong?" I pleaded, wanting nothing more than to solve all of her problems. "You...I thought you wanted me. My body." Of course. I had forgotten she was a teenage girl still so insecure and unsure. I used my fingers to turn her towards me and reach for Bella's hand.
"of course I do, my beautiful girl. But more than that I want to know you so well I can read real you from a mile away. I want to know every inch of your body, ever crevice of your mind. I want to be able to take you out of your own head, fix your bad moods, calm you down when you need it. And one I feel I've mastered your soul, I'll master your body." I rested my forehead against hers. I wanted her so badly, and here she was, offering herself to me. And I was turning it down. Was I stupid? No, I was in love. Her soul would forever be more precious than her perfect body. I traced her high cheekbones with the tip of my finger before pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Now, angel, do you want to change out of those clothes?"
She went shyly into the bathroom, only taking a couple minutes to change into leggings of hers and a hoodie of mine. Understanding this cue, I turned the AC down a little bit. She was so small she was probably always cold. Once I was done, I picked up her school bag and smaller bag of clothes. "Don't move." I set her things down in my bedroom. I took a deep breath before returning for her. There she was, my angel, my demon, my reason for living. I knelt down between her knees and took her hands into mine, kissing each knuckle on her dainty fingers. She was perfection, as always. I stood, but got a good grip on her thighs. It took almost no effort to lift her up. I cradled her against my chest as I walked us to my bedroom. "What do you want to do, sweetheart?" I offered. I would follow her lead. Always.