Chapter 3: Caught

Jacob was getting me all hot with just his kisses. We've been making out for a long time now; though, I'm not quite sure on how long. I can feel Jacob moving his fingers all over my face, while I have my hands fisted in his short, shiny black hair. Our tongues fight for dominance, but it's clear he's winning the war. Jacob moved his right hand off my left cheek and slithered down my neck and onto my collar bone. He stroked my pulse point, before venturing down further. He wrapped his hand around my boob and squeezed lightly. Then, he squeezed me again. He goes for a third squeeze when we heard "Ahem."

I was so engrossed in Jacob and his kisses and touches that I didn't hear the footsteps coming down the stairs. Apparently, neither did Jacob. I thought Werewolves were supposed to have supersonic hearing. What good is it when you don't use it?

Quickly, as if being burned, Jacob and I separated and turned our heads to the throat-clearer, our breaths gasping for air, and our hearts beating a mile a minute. Well, mine is anyway. Charlie is staring right at me, his brown eyes staring into mine so harsh, it feels as if my insides will burst into flames.

"Dad," I tried to say, but end up barely wheezing it out. "Why are you up?"

He smirked. "Well, I was asleep, until I heard my eighteen-year-old daughter laughing like a hyena. Then she stopped and started back up again. I thought it was odd, so naturally I came down to check on you, when I realized you were supposed be upstairs with your friend sleeping downstairs on the couch. And instead I find you two lip-locking. Care to explain?"

I gaped at him. Since when is Charlie so open about witnessing the kind of stuff Jake and I were just doing? Charlie, who took every chance he could get to avoid emotions? My dad, Charlie, the Chief of Police? Then again, when have I changed? I always avoided PDA like it was the plague. And now I'm embracing it? Granted, I was making out with my best friend in the privacy of my own living room. But, still. Playing tonsil hop on the beaten, old sofa was very new to me. My first time.

"Well?" Charlie asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I glance at Jacob and use my eyes to convey a message to him.

"Charlie?" Jacob started.

"Yes, boy," Charlie said tensely.

Jacob took a deep breath and began his tale. "Bella and I..." He looks down and turns to me for a second before returning his eyes to my dad. "I love your daughter."

There. It's out in the open. My best friend has told my father how much he cares for me. Charlie looks like he's going to choke.

"Dad? You okay?"

"Sir?"

Charlie starts sputtering and shifted his eyes to me. "What?"

I decided to take over the reins. "Look, Dad. It's been a really long day; a long, heart wrenching day."

He continued to stare at me; Jacob joined in.

"Dad, why don't you just go on back upstairs? Okay?"

Slowly, Charlie nods his head and turns to head back upstairs, albeit reluctantly.

"Goodnight, Dad. I love you," I told him.

"'Night, Chief," Jacob said.

"Yeah," Charlie replied. Then he disappeared from our sight.

Jacob and I sat on the couch for five minutes without a word. It was Jacob who broke the silence.

"Why didn't you tell him?"

"Why didn't I tell him what?"

"I told him I love you, but you didn't tell him how you feel about me." Jacob sounded let down. Frankly, so did I.

"I don't know," I replied. "I guess I just didn't want to get into it."

"Okay." And with that, Jacob pulled me into his arms and kissed me on top of my head. "Goodnight, my girlfriend." I felt his smile.

I smiled into his neck. "Goodnight, my boyfriend."

Then, after getting situated on the couch, me on the inside with him clinging to stay on the thing, we went to sleep.