Bella PoV
The hot water felt like heaven when it hit my cold skin. The minute Jake had left and closed the door I had stripped bare, let my wet clothes fall to the ground and stepped in the small cubicle. It had taken some time for the water to heat up but in the end, it was worth the wait.
I took my time, getting every last bit of coldness out of my bones before I turned off the water and stepped out again. Someone, most probably Jacob, had placed a white towel and a stash of clothes on the closed lid of the toilet and taken away my wet clothes. The towel was soft, and I thought it smelled a little bit like Jake, but maybe it was simply the detergent they used for all their washings.
I dried my body before I made a kind of turban around my damp hair and inspected the clothes. The long-sleeved shirt was the same one Jake had worn in hospital several weeks back and the grey sweatpants must have come from the time before he had turned into a wolf and gained 100 pounds in muscles. Of course, both items were far too big for me anyways and hung loosely around my thin body, but it felt good to wear something dry again. And knowing these clothes belonged to Jake only added to the comfort they brought. Clothed with the sweatpants and the shirt, my hair still enwrapped in the white towel, I made my way back to his room. I had half expected him to be there, sitting on his bed but the room was empty when I entered.
I took my time looking around for a little bit. I had never actually been in his room before. Once or twice, I had followed him when he went inside to get something, he needed to fix the bikes but most of the time we had spent outside strolling along the beach or fixing the bikes in his garage.
On first look it was a typical teenage boy's room. A small, unmade bed, dirty clothes lying in a heap in the corner, a stack of CDs and an old music player on top of an equally old desk. No posters on the wall, no photos, nothing except a small dreamcatcher hanging over his bed. It looked exactly as the one he had given me on my birthday. I laid down on his bed, closing my eyes and breathing in the scent, his scent.
One word popped up in my head.
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