Hello again! This is the second time I've posted in the past 24 hours because once I started writing in Jacob's pov I couldn't stop. I'm telling you, writing him is so incredibly easy. He has such a complex personality I love it so much. And he also has a colorful vocabulary. Writing him is so effortless so hopefully you like this one. I played with a new writing technique by switching pov's so let me know what you think.

Also, I know I said I wouldn't have any rhyme of reason to the story but this is quickly turning into a chronological story so we'll see where this goes lol. They are advancing their relationship and I have little say in the matter.

Song of the Chapter:
Adore you by Harry Styles

Story is mine, characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Enjoy!

"The Day After"

JPOV

I drummed my fingers nervously on the steering wheel. I was heading to see Bella. So what else is new? I wanted to spend every fucking second with that girl especially now that she is back home from Florida. Yesterday, after 0ur intense reunification, I literally felt like I could walk on water. I could throw myself off a mountain and felt like I could live to tell the tale. She made me feel this way. She is perfection. She made me feel like the most special guy on the Earth and maybe, just maybe, to her I was. Only time will tell. But one thing was for sure, I was fucking head over heels in love with her. Yup. L-O-V-E. I never wanted to spend a day without seeing her again. I know that sounds intense but I swear my heart could burst when I thought about just how much I loved that girl.

After our, ahem, exchanged kisses, we stuck to each other like glue. But there was no lip to lip action. Yet. Look, didn't want to push my luck. She was already in my arms and she kissed my cheek. She kissed it. I was already signing my death certificate when I made the bold decision to make the first move. I wasn't planning on doing that. Honest. But, I also didn't plan on her clinging to me like a life vest. However, it did feel as though she were keeping me afloat at the moment. And her kissing me ignited a hope so strong in my gut, I couldn't help but giggle like a little girl when she was around. She was something.

And yes, she did, in fact, braid my hair after we finished our hellos. And yes it was the most amazing feeling in the world. My hands never stopped sweating. Our time at the beach couldn't have been more perfect after that. Her hands constantly sought out mine and vice versa. We had to physically feel each other every few seconds. Maybe she thought she would float away too. She would casually touch my arm, my chest, or my braid. I would pinch her cheeks or tickle that adorable little tummy.

Would you listen to me? I was a fucking wreck and it was her fault. And I couldn't be more ecstatic.

I pulled up to her house, having no recollection of the drive over. Did I run a red light? Possibly. Did I ignore a stop sign? Maybe. I have no way of knowing. And, frankly, I didn't give a fuck.

BPOV

I tossed the sopping pile of my summer clothes into the dryer and pushed start. I threw in my bedding in the wash next. After a weekend away from home I really just needed a clean start. Not sure where this came from since usually I'm not a complete clean freak. But, once in a while I'll get into one of these moods where everything needs a good cleaning. And there's nothing like coming home to a clean place after a vacation. And, well, let's just say Charlie doesn't notice certain dusty surfaces or crumbs like I do. And one weekend away made that very clear.

But I also couldn't help but think I was starting fresh for one other purpose. Jacob. Something switched over the weekend. I don't know what. I don't know how. I couldn't put my finger on any specific moment. But something in my belly was telling me that our relationship shifted. Maybe it was being apart after spending nearly every day together for the past six months. We finally experienced some separation and, let me tell you, it was awful.

Of course I loved seeing my mom, apart from the juice shots. I shuddered at the memory. But, every time Jacob would text me I couldn't help but notice pesky little butterflies dance in my stomach. My heart would beat just a little faster. I would get excited when my phone would buzz and I would grow antsy if I didn't hear from him for a few minutes. I didn't want to be clingy, though. I knew he had a life outside of me and other friends. And it was summer! Of course he didn't want to spend the whole time texting with me. Right? Nevertheless, I have already forgotten some of the stuff I did in Florida because, frankly, my mind was all the way back in Washington. And I think I liked it. A lot.

Seeing him on the beach, now that was something else. He never looked more handsome. That rich brown skin. That silky long hair. Those full lips. He was gorgeous. And not seeing him, even if it was only a few days, made me forget just how beautiful he really way. I swear he didn't look like that when I left. Sure he was attractive, and yes, he's always been blessed with great features. But, yesterday his presence had my stomach doing backflips. I couldn't wait to be in one of his warm bear hugs and boy he did not disappoint. He hugged me so tight. Not tight enough. Feeling his strong arms wrapped around me made my heart stop and then pound like crazy. I felt my pulse in my ears the entire time I was in his arms.

And then he kissed my cheek. He kissed it. I swear I was gonna float away if he wasn't holding me there.

My hand traveled up to touch the spot where his lips were just yesterday. I felt my cheeks grow warm at the memory. I wanted him to do it again. And again. And maybe a few other places. Those lips. Those full lips. I wanted to feel more of them.

I was clinging to the washing machine for dear life. My fingernails turned white at the pressure. I needed to get a grip. He would be here any minute and I couldn't be a tomato when he arrived. I wasn't sure what to expect after yesterday. Would he want to touch me as much as he did yesterday? Do we kiss each other's cheeks now? How much do I hug him? What are we gonna talk about? So many questions. I was unraveling like a poorly knit sweater.

I needed to get a grip and quick.

JPOV

I took a few deep breaths. Get a grip, dumbass. She doesn't need to see you like this. You're calm, cool, collected. Yeah. Just normal, not head over heels in love with her. It's just Bella. Bella. Sweet Bella. My-

I slapped my face again. Not as hard as yesterday but enough to get my brain to focus.

I shoved my keys, with my new keychain, into my pocket. I wiped my hands on my jeans and knocked on the door with a shaking fist.

I was so pathetic.

I heard her footsteps approach and stop for a few seconds. Then the locks turned and she slowly pulled open the door. And there she was. Face flushed. Rosy lips nibbled to perfection. Twisted sleeves. Deep brown eyes. She was wearing a soft, heather gray, long sleeved shirt, black leggings, and was barefoot. Those adorable little feet. She was beautiful.

That gorgeous face lifted into a smile. "Hey, Jake." Some of my favorite words at the moment.

"Hey, Bells," I said, feigning calmness. She was standing there staring at me with those big brown eyes. She had the door cracked about a foot and made no sign of opening it any more. "Can I come in?" I smirked at her hoping to god it looked natural.

"Oh um, yeah," her brow furrowed and she stepped back to open the door.

Fuck she was nervous too. I think.

I stepped into her house that smelled of pine sol and various soaps and detergents. I turned to face her as she was closing the door. "Cleaning?"

She turned to face me, her eyes bugging out slightly. It was pitiful. We were best friends acting like one of us was going to suddenly fall apart at one wrong move. She nodded.

Well one of us has got to do something. And this tension is killing me.

I carefully closed the distance between us stopped just in front of her. I heard her swallow and she continued to stare at her sleeves that I was surprised weren't Christmas bows from how much she was pulling at them. "So do I get a hug or are you just gonna stand there?" Teasing. Yep. Maybe that'll help. She smelled so fucking good. Holy hell.

She sniffed a laugh and finally looked up at me. Those cheeks were glowing red. Ugh she was too cute. I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled her hands apart and wound my arms around that little waist and squeezed. She lifted up on her tip toes and eagerly threw her arms around my neck. Oh shit.

I didn't want to push my luck like yesterday so I kept her feet on the floor. But wow she still felt just as good. "Everything ok?" I asked as I breathed in her scent on her neck. I knew everything wasn't ok. She was so squirrelly. I needed her to calm down. Even though I was pretty much flailing on the inside, one of us needed to be calm. Even if it was bullshit.

She nodded into my shoulder. "Yeah, sorry," she mumbled.

I rubbed her back softly in response. So maybe yesterday was a little too much for her. I didn't want to push the boundaries. I wasn't sure if she enjoyed it as much as I did but I didn't want our relationship to be like this. I wanted her to be herself around me. Pure and gentle. No frazzled nerves or unsureness. Being with her was always as easy as breathing and I didn't want her to think anything needed to be different. I would be patient and let her come to me. She needed time and I was more than happy to give that to her.

I pulled away to let her know I wasn't expecting anything more. "Relax, okay?" I said gently as her face returned to its normal color. I tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. What a beauty she was. "It's just me. Just Jake." I shrugged and gave her an easy smile.

She gave me a real smile and let out a breath. Her shoulders relaxed. She relaxed. I felt my heart unclench. As easy as breathing.

BPOV

I was shaking like a leaf when I opened the door. I don't think I've ever acted so pathetic. I've never acted like that with him. It was Jacob for crying out loud. As much as I tried to get a grip before he got here, the knock on the door launched my heart into oblivion. Being trapped in my head was torture. I worked myself up so much only for him to show up completely normal. Just like the Jacob I've always known and loved. My Jacob. That had a whole new meaning now, didn't it?

He was a professional at being the most easy going and sweet person. He read me like a book and calmed by frazzled nerves with only a few words and touches. He was something. He knew me so well. As much as I wanted to jump into his arms like yesterday, we were navigating new territory. I didn't want to rush. I wanted him to stay my best friend and one wrong move could ruin that. And he, of course, knew that. He always knew exactly what I needed. He was perfect. I didn't want to mess it up. He deserved every bit of love I could give him. I wasn't quite ready, but I knew it would be soon. Soon.

After my pathetic breakdown, I continued my cleaning into the kitchen. I scrubbed the counters and cabinets while he helped sweep the floors. I had the radio on an RB station. He talked easily about his weekend and how he finally is able to drive the Rabbit but he had a few finishing touches he wanted to put on the interior. I enjoyed listening to him talk in his deep, warm voice. He made cleaning a million times better.

"You need to take a ride with me soon, Bells," he grinned at me as he grabbed the dust pan.

"Mhmm, and how do I know it's safe? I did help you pick out those parts, Jake," I smirked at him. "You're basically driving a jigsaw puzzle."

He threw his head back in a loud Jacob laugh. "Wow, Bells, that hurts," he chuckled as he swept the gunk into the dust pan. "Trust me, it is plenty safe. I would never let you in it if it weren't," he said as if that were obvious.

I dramatically rolled my eyes at him and turned back to scrubbing. "Maybe one day," I grinned like an idiot at the dried puddle of coffee on the counter.

I heard him toss the dust and crumbs into the garbage can. "One day?" He said incredulously with a smile in his voice.

"Yup."

He approached me and leaned back against the counter as I was still scrubbing the same spot. I felt his eyes on me. His manly scent traveled to me through the various cleaners in the air. Why did he have to smell so good? I just wanted to bury my face in that warm chest and breathe him in all day. I glanced up at him. He was smirking like the charmer he was and had his arms crossed making his biceps bulge. Oy vey. "What?"

He smiled that thousand watt smile and leaned down closer to look directly in my eye. "You, Missy, are stubborn."

Suddenly feeling bold, I kept my face level with his and stared right back, the cleaning rag forgotten. "So?" I challenged and leaned in just a little closer.

His eyes danced back and forth between mine. "I like it," he said with a jump of his eyebrow.

Is it hot in here or is it just Jake?

I grinned at that gorgeous face and leaned forward even more to whisper in his ear. "Good." And with that I quickly pecked him on his cheek and turned swiftly on my heel to the laundry room.

I was pushing my luck but I did not care. Not one bit.

I bit my lip to fight my smile from growing and failing miserably. He made me do crazy things and I loved it.

JPOV

Holy Shit.

Did you see that? Was I dreaming? What I hallucinating? Was I having an aneurism?

Holy fucking shit.

She kissed me

She made the first move.

Holy shit.

I could die happy.

I did not think my heart could pound any harder. It was going to burst through my chest and it felt amazing. She felt amazing. Those pouty lips on my skin were addictive. I wanted more. I needed more. My cheek was tingling from where her lips touched and ignited a flame in my belly. She was something.

I watched her saunter off out of the kitchen. I would be lying if I said I didn't pump my fist in the air and jump around like a complete loon. We were making progress. I was letting her come to me and I couldn't be any happier.

I quickly got my shit together before she caught me doing the running man in the middle of the kitchen.

I grabbed a clean rag from the pile she left on the table and grabbed the surface cleaner and headed out to dust the living room. I need a second. Blood was flowing to a particular place that she didn't need to see. What I would give for a cold shower right now. I almost sprayed myself in the face with the cleaner so I could get a grip. I was going nuts over one kiss. But it was so much more than that. She did it first. She was navigating us through this new territory and it was exactly what I wanted. I led her to the water. Now I was just waiting for her to jump. I fucking loved it. She was getting closer and closer.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her drift back into the kitchen, that beautiful smile on her face. Her cheeks were red. She was gorgeous. She went to start cleaning off the table. I watched through the doorway as she swayed those little hips to the music coming from the radio. She was happy. She was light. She was going to be my Bella. I would make sure of that.

What a whirlwind of emotions lol. Jacob is such a fun character with very loud thoughts. Edward was right! Hopefully his language isn't too much for you but I'll cool it down for the next one. I'll take a break from his pov don't worry lol. But I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think! Thanks for reading.

If you have a situation you would like me to write, let me know.

I'll see you in the next one!