BELLA'S POV
Ever since the day we left school together, I had known. I loved Jacob and nothing was going to come between us. Not the age difference, not the fact that he was my teacher, nothing. I adored him completely and fully. Not only that, I trusted him. Ever since he drove me home I had felt safer when he was around. He was big and strong, but never made me feel weak. He made me feel invincible. Like I could do anything with him by my side. As I studied him from across the band room, I began to notice new things about him. Like the way he half smiled when someone asked him a stupid question, or how he played with his hair when he was unsure of something. He rarely did that with me anymore. He was sure and confident in me, and only me.
"I want you." I texted him from across the room. I watched as he checked his phone and his pants tightened almost instantly.
"baby girl, you know better than to tease me." He threatened, but I knew I would be safe. After all, he was the one who seemed to want to take our relationship to the next level, but I knew he was waiting for me to be ready. And I almost was. I just needed time.
"Do I? I'm beginning to think I would want to see what happens." As he looked up at me, I licked my lips slightly teasing him more. I watched him walk into the uniform room, pretending he was looking for something. Finally. After a couple minutes, I went in there too. "Mr. Black, did you need help?" In an instant I was against the wall. "You like that, huh, baby?" He wound an arm carefully around my waist before crashing his lips to mine. I was seeing stars. He had become more and more rough with me, and I was almost embarrassed to admit how much I liked it. He only kissed my lips for a few moments before turning his attention to my neck and jaw. "Talk."
"Jacob, I think I'm ready." He stopped. I knew he wasn't expecting that, at all. After all I had given almost no indication I was ready for sex. But here I was, telling him calmly and rationally. "Angel, this isn't a decision you make on a whim. If you're really ready, text me that you are tonight at home and I'll come pick you up. If you aren't, I'll still pick you up, and we can watch a movie." He kissed my forehead, the tenderness a sharp contrast to his actions just a few moments earlier. "You know the drill honey, wait and count to two hundred, then leave." I smiled to myself as I watched him walk out the door. I began to think about whether or not I was really ready, or my body had gotten ahead of my brain in that moment.
JACOB'S POV
"I'm ready." I stared down at the text for a second longer than I needed to, feeling a joy nothing else could cause. I had already readied the apartment. The sheets were clean, the bed was made, and condoms had been purchased. The lighting was dimmed. I took a moment to assess myself in the mirror. Did I look too excited? Was I going to be enough for her? I scrutinized myself despite the fact that at this point I had my appearance memorized. Poufy black hair, dark, deepest, black eyes. I hated my eyes. But she always said they were beautiful. I had full lips, which I suppose was good, but I got teased for them sometimes. Broad chest and shoulders. I spent more time at the gym than I should, recently less because of my angel. High school football had built healthy habits. I was tall, way taller than her, but that worried me for a second. Would she even be able to take me? I mentally compared my size to hers and allowed myself to worry. She waa so small, so delicate looking. What if I caused her pain? Would I even be able to stop?
"are you absolutely sure angel?" I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I had jumped the gun. A few anxiety filled moments, and then the text came.
"yes."
"prove it. Tell me your thought process." I demanded proof, because I wanted to make sure she had thought it through.
"it all started a couple weeks ago, when we left school. You comforted me. Not only did you give me a damn good distraction, but after, you took such good cars of me. You were so sweet. And I started to think about this possibility."
I got in the car. I was going to take her virginity tonight. I got more and more excited as I thought about it. It only took me about 10 minutes to drive to her house. I parked a few houses away, as usual, and then texted her. "I'm here darling." It took a couple minutes before I saw her. Jean clad legs, a gray shirt, and a purple backpack. I assumed it had clothes and toiletries that I had forgotten. It filled me with joy to see her walking to my car, knowing that whatever was under that outfit was going to become mine tonight.
"Jacob? I uh...I love you. It's probably too soon to say but I love you too." She whispered once she was safely in my car. My heart hurt. How many times had I ached to say it to her? Hundreds, possibly a thousand by now. My beautiful Bella, oh how I loved her. I leaned across the center console, took her small, delicate face into my rough hand, and kissed her soft lips. As usual, I felt like I had been set on fire. She has that effect on me. "I love you too, my forbidden angel."