I really don't know how it happened. It was completely unexpected. And in some ways, uncalled for. Well, it depends who you're talking to.

"Bella," I remember Charlie calling. "Phone for you."

"I ran downstairs and took the phone from Charlie. "Hello?"

"Hey, Bells," said a familiar and heartwarming voice. "It's Jake. How you feeling?"

"Pretty good, thanks. Hey, Charlie's gonna be leaving for Seattle in a couple minutes and he won't be back until later tomorrow. Wanna come over?"

"Sure. Well, if your boyfriend's O.K. with it," he added sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't be like that, I hardly know the guy… anymore."

"Yeah, yeah, that's what all amnesiacs say nowadays," he joked.

I laughed. "Funny. Well, come over in about fifteen minutes, alright?"

"Alright. See ya, Bells." Before waiting for me to say good-bye, he hung up.

"Who was that?" asked Charlie.

"Just Jake."

"He's a good guy," remarked Charlie. "Much better than Edward."

"Oh, dad," I groaned. Even though I didn't like Edward anymore, I didn't want Charlie to interfere with my love life.

"Seriously, Bella. Anyways, it's time for me to go. I will see you tomorrow around five, O.K.?"

"Alright, dad. Love you."

"Love you, too," he replied, and headed out the door. I went up to my room and turned on a CD until Jacob came. It wasn't very good, but I only listened to the first few songs before the doorbell rang.

"Jake!" I said. "Come on in."

He smiled at me. It was so strange, how old he looked but how young he really was. "Hey, Bells. God, do you look better than the last time I saw you. 'Course, the last I saw you, you had recently suffered from head trauma."

I laughed. "So what do you want to do?"

"Well, I brought this movie that's so stupid it's funny. It's, like, a horror movie."

"Jake, you know how I get when I see blood…"

"Oh, my god, Bella! I'm sorry, I completely forgot. We can see what's on TV,"

"Thanks, Jake."

"And as repayment you will make me popcorn."

"Fine," I said, pretending to be mad.

As I made the popcorn, Jacob lounged on the couch flipping through the channels on our old TV. "Geez, how long does that stuff take to make?" he complained.

"A while, apparently."

But it didn't that long; before we knew it, we were sitting on the couch watching TV. I leaned against Jacob, whose body temperature, instead of being unnaturally cold like Edward's, was extremely hot. But I didn't mind; it felt so much more satisfying to lean against Jacob and have him put his arm around me than Edward. It seemed as though I had this strange pull towards Jacob. It wasn't chemistry, but something like it. Whatever it was, I knew that I loved him. In the half an hour I had spent with Jacob, I had realized that I loved him.

I snuggled deeper into him and his warm body. "Bella," he said, "this isn't right. You have a boyfriend. You know, Edward. Remember him?"

"Yeah, I do. But frankly, I don't care. Jake, I think I'm in love with you."

Leaning against his chest, I felt his heartbeat speed up. "You know strange thing, Bella? I love you, too. I always have."

And then, somehow, from me leaning on him and him lounging back, we were kissing. Intensely. Suddenly, I wasn't just leaning on him; I was on top of him, kissing him with him kissing back. His hands were all over me, in my hair, on my chest, up and down my back, and mine were doing the same. I felt his hands take of my shirt and unclasp my bra, and I pulled of his shirt. Somewhere in that process, I remembered that I had only really met Jacob twice, this being the second time, but I didn't care, I loved him so much.

Forty-seven minutes later, we stopped kissing. We had rolled off the couch and now were both lying on the floor half-naked, and feeling just a little self-conscious, I slipped on my bra. "We never did get around to eating that popcorn, did we?"

"Nope," he chuckled. "Well I had a better time doing what we did rather than watching some retarded sitcom and eating junk food. What time is it, anyways?"

"About nine o'clock."

"Holy shit, how long were we at it?"

"At what?" I asked, deviously. "You think that's something, just wait."

"Feeling feisty are we?" he teased. But it was true. Never before had anyone physically drawn in the kind of sexual appeal that I had for Jacob. In truth, it was exhilarating. I was excited. But, if you had just spent the last forty-seven minutes kissing someone and rolling around on the floor, you'd be excited as well.

"So, what's next?" asked Jacob.

"I can think of several things we could do next," I said suggestively. And with that, Jacob swept me off my feet and carried me upstairs to do them.

Upstairs, Jacob tore off his shorts, the only thing he was wearing (not even underwear), jumped onto the bed, and landed in a very sexy pose. I pulled off my clothes like the actresses do in all the movie with a lot of sex and pounced on top of Jacob. He immediately rolld on top of me and grinned devilishly. "What about a condum?" he asked through breathes, as we were very preoccupied.

"We won't need one until at least next week," I said and pressed my mouth to his. And through the night, we continued in this hot, sweaty, yet somehow blissful pleasure until we both drifted to sleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, I woke up completely naked in bed with Jacob. He wasn't on top of me anymore, merely on my right side with his arms wrapped around me. As I snuggled in closer to his bare chest, I noticed how warm he was.

"Bella, you're awake," he said happily.

"It's true. How long were we at it last night?"

"All night practically. It's noon right now."

I sighed happily. "You know what's weird? You're so huge-"

He burst out laughing. "I'm so what?

"Not like that. I mean, how tall are you? Six and a half feet?"

"About," he laughed.

"See? You're so huge and I'm so little."

"Like a lion and a lamb," he joked. "The lion fell in love with the lamb."

I sighed again. The lion and the lamb, how poetic. The phrase actually seemed vaguely familiar, but from where? And then I remembered. I remembered everything.

It came in flashbacks, a million of them at once. A scene of James attempting to kill me in my old dance studio, a scene of camping out in a tent waiting to attack Victoria and her newborn vampire army, a scene of me riding my motorcycle just to hear Edward's voice, and a scene of me lying devastated on the undergrowth of the forest after he left me… they just kept coming; my whole life flashed before my eyes. And this only made me wonder one thing: What was I doing in bed with Jacob, a werewolf, while Edward, a vampire, was my one true love?

AN: So. To all of you people who thought I could never write about anything worse than a little kiss on the cheek, I shall gloat. HA! :D TTFN! please review!!