(A/N: This chapter is very, very, very short. I know. But it needs to be sorry. I'll try and update soon, but I'm also going to try and update my other story, so we'll see what happens.)
Disclaimer – I do not own Twilight or New Moon, Stephenie Meyer does.
Jacob Black dazzled me.
I never imagined that anyone other than Edward could dazzle me, but there was no other way to describe the way that I felt. His eyes continued to search mine for a time, until he leaned in.
"Jake, no –" I rejected his kiss weakly.
He pulled back and stared deep into my eyes again – seeking permission. I tried to make the irresistible swell of lust I felt go away, but then I realized I didn't want it to go away. I wanted to kiss Jacob. He seemed to understand, and he leaned forward again.
I couldn't believe it – but the kiss was amazing. Edward was the only one I had kissed, and the kisses had always been restrained. Neither of us held back in this kiss.
His lips were warm against mine, and a warm kiss was something I hadn't experienced before. This was almost like a new first kiss altogether.
He kept his lips moving against mine, and the kiss got more intense every moment.
I knew this was wrong, and in the back of my mind I felt guilty. But I was too angry at Edward to let guilt get in my way. Edward wasn't going to change me. Every condition he had made, I had accepted, and he still wouldn't make me like him – beautiful, strong, timeless…How could he love me and not want to spend an eternity with me?
Jacob, on the other hand, is loving, and caring, and wants to be with me – and I have him in the palm of my hand. I wasn't going to deny him, or myself.
I turned over ambitiously, so he was now under me. I felt him smile under my lips at my unexpected embrace. I continued to passionately kiss him – from his neck, to under his jaw and then his lips.
We had been kissing for what seemed like hours before I felt him put his balmy hands on my waist begin to work their way up my shirt. I pulled away from our kiss and his hands dropped. "Sorry." he mumbled.
I didn't know what to say, and I was suddenly flooded with guilt. I had just cheated on Edward. My Edward – the one I loved, and wanted to be with forever… and even as I tried to convince myself that he hadn't left me any other options I felt shameful.
That guilt was temporarily distanced as another guilt took over. I had just used Jake. I had led him on, and it was too late to turn back.
The rush of guilt had made me woozy and kind of sick. "I, uhh, I think I should go." I whispered in a low, shaky voice.
"Yeah, probably." He agreed. His tone was doleful – he probably had figured out that I had used him.
"Can you drive me home?" he nodded. "I'm just gunna go change, I ah, don't want Charlie to get the wrong…" I gestured at his clothes which I was wearing and started toward the front door – but not before I saw Jacob's discontent expression. I couldn't imagine how things could possibly get worse.
Great, I thought when I opened the front door. It was pouring out. If it had been anywhere other than Forks, Washington, the rain would be flowing in drops, and falling straight down – but here in Forks, the rain had decided to come down in a slanted sheet of rain. The porch was soaked, and so were my clothes. Of course, things got worse.
I didn't have shoes on so I left them there and headed back inside. When I passed the kitchen I looked at the clock which informed me we had been making out for hours.
I found Jacob staring absently at the blank television screen. He looked so unhappy, and the contrition that crept over me was tangible. "They're soaked." I informed him.
"Oh, okay, you ready to go then?" I nodded, and he got up from the floor. I slipped on my sneakers and followed him out of the house. He grabbed an umbrella on the way out.
We sloshed out to the garage and got in his car. I loved his car, not because it was a 1986 classic Rabbit, but because he made it, and I got to see him make it.
The rain had decreased the temperature substantially, and when I shivered, Jake didn't hesitate to put his arm around me. I smiled inside, relieved to know that all seemed to be forgiven.
We didn't speak on the ride to my house, so I thought instead. I had a lot to think about considering what I had just done, but I decided to think about something more positive. I chose to think about Jacob.
As Jacob had his warm arm around me, I realized I never fully appreciated him. I owed him so much.
Jacob had been the one who had told me about Edward at the beach. He had started it all – and I mean that in a good way.
When Edward left, Jacob put me back together – he was my sun. He had accepted me as I was – broken, damaged goods. And he never pushed me, he understood, and he did whatever it took to make me happy.
He'd saved me when I was drowning at the beach and when Laurent had been about to kill me in the meadow. Even now with Victoria after me. He always protected me. I had never thanked him.
"Jake?"
"Hmm?"
"Thank you." He looked over at me with a puzzled expression on his face. "For everything." I clarified. He smiled wide. "I owe you more than my life."
Jacob leaned over and gently kissed my forehead. "You owe me nothing." He mumbled against my skin. He pulled away to focus on the road – it was pouring out and he had no intention of ruining his car in an accident.
We were a few minutes away from my house when I began praying that Charlie wasn't home. There was no way to explain why I was dressed in Jacob's clothes. Although Charlie did seem to approve of Jacob more than Edward, I could see the vein in his head about to explode at the idea of me either cheating on Edward, or doing anything rated above G with anyone period. In this case, both.
As we neared the house I heard a low growl in Jacob's chest. I directed my eyes to my house, and through the rain I saw the only person that my attire would be harder to explain to than Charlie.
Outside my house, that stupid shiny Volvo was parked.
(A/N: Sorry to all you Jacob Black haters, and Edward Cullen lovers. Personally, I like Edward better too… but Bella has made her decision, if you don't like it… well then read my other story Inevitable.)