A/N: Wow, I am sure getting these chapters out fast. Recently, I have been getting A LOT of inspiration. Reviews are always loved. It's great to know that I'm not just writing these for myself. Well, here is the next chapter, enjoy. Sorry it's kind of short, but I thought that the ending was the best place to stop. And don't worry, we will be getting to some more lemons soon, I hope !

The next morning, I woke up to Jacob standing over me, looking wide awake and in a hurry. "Sorry to wake you up Bella, but I think it's time to head back to Forks. Charlie must be worried sick. We can think of a story on the way."

His hand grabbed my own and pulled me up and out of bed. The only clothes I had been able to wear were various combinations of Jacob's boxers and T-shirts. "I can't go home like this Jacob. I am in your clothes. Won't that look kind of suspicious." A grin spread over his lips. "Of course. You would love for people to read into that."

"What can I say Bella? I would enjoy dropping you off at your house in my underwear and T-shirt. But I know you won't let that happen. So, when we get in Forks, I will go up to your room and get you some clothes to change into."

"But what about Charlie."

"Werewolf, remember? I can clear two stories, easy."

"Oh, right," I mumbled. I had managed to almost forget.

Jacob had me convinced that the fastest way to get home was for him to run carrying me. So, before I had time to object, Jacob had be in his arms racing through the forest, back towards Forks.

- Jacob – Jacob – Jacob – Jacob – Jacob – Jacob –

"Okay, so explain to me just one more time why you thought you could leave without telling me where you were going?" Charlie demanded.

Jacob and I had spent our whole way back to Washington coming up with this masterful story about where I was. I had gone over it with Charlie before, but he was skeptical. It was the best we could do, however.

"I told you Charlie. I knew Edward would be in Seattle this weekend, so I took off to go find him. I'm eighteen, so legally I don't have to tell you when I leave."

"Bella, I'm not trying to be a strict parent, but you did this exact thing last year because of Edward. Don't you remember when you rushed off to Phoenix late in the middle of the night because you broke up with Edward? I just think you need to move on. Every time you leave rashly, you end up getting hurt."

"I know that now," I said, hoping he would soon get over it. It was hard for me to talk about him this casually, but trying to explain to Charlie what really happened would have been worse.

"I'm just glad that Jacob knew where you were going and was able to talk some sense into you before you found that boy. Jacob's a good kid Bella, you should hang around with him more often."

"So does that mean I'm not grounded then?" I injected.

"You are still grounded Bella, but Jacob has full visiting rights. I like him." With that, Charlie turned around and left the kitchen, walking into the den to watch the end of the game.

I hurried upstairs and rushed into my room, almost running into Jacob waiting impatiently in the middle of my room, shirtless as usual. "Whoa Jacob, you scared me. You can't just do that, coming in through my window whenever you feel like it."

A smirk formed at the tip of his lips. "But your window was open. Aren't you used to having boys come in through your window while your unsuspecting Dad is asleep or busy watching tv?"

I averted my eyes downward, having had enough on the topic of Edward.

"Sorry Bella, I couldn't help myself. But it seems like Charlie bought our story pretty well. Did he by that a fall in the woods created all of your wounds?"

"Of course, by now he knows how big of a klutz I am. He did have a hard time buying the fact that I took off again with no warning for Ed. . .Edwa. . . him again. You remember Phoenix, right?"

Instinctively, Jacob grabbed for my hand and began rubbing him thumb gently over the scar on my hand from James. "Of course. I could never let something like that happen to you Bella." He glanced down at my scar. I knew how much he hated it. But, I was in no mood to try and argue with him about the whole Phoenix thing yet again. Instead, I walked absentmindedly towards my bed and sat down. Jacob, not wanting to release my hand, came and sat next to me.

"I don't like this part of you. It's colder than the rest. It's like part of you is one of them." I just glanced up at him. I don't think that he understood how ready I was to become one of them. How sometimes in the middle of the night I still stroked that scar. The cool reminded me of him and how his skin felt. How close I actually came to being one of them.

Taking me away from my thoughts, Jacob pulled my chin up so I could no longer stare at the ground. "I lost you to him again Bells. I can tell when you think about him. Your whole body seems to slouch down and become depressed. Bella, it is okay to forget about him."

I quickly stood up and walked towards my window, gazing out into the densely packed trees that were my backyard. "You know I will never forget him. I will never be able to. He was and will always be my past Jacob." I could feel Jacob's body heat right behind me so I was not surprised when I turned around the find him standing there. Our noses were almost touching.

"I know you can never forget, I just wish I could do something, anything, to help."

"There's nothing you can do Jacob." He was starring so intently at me. I knew that he was thinking about something, but I couldn't even begin to imagine his thought process.

Suddenly, without warning, he leaned closer and touched his lips to mine. His hands caressed each of my cheeks as he ever so delicately kissed me. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there, erect and unmoving under his touch. I knew I should be pushing him away, but I couldn't even move.

Slowly, one of his hands left my cheek and wrapped around the small of my back, pushing me flush against him. He kissed me softly yet again and then stopped, turning away, not daring to look at me.

"I'm sorry, I was just trying. . . I thought that if you could love me. . . I shouldn't have done that. . . I wasn't thinking," he began mumbling.

"Jacob," was all I could say.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." Before I could stop him, he pushed his way past me and jumped out the window, running into the forest. It was not soon after that I heard the howling of a wolf: A wolf that seemed sad, A wolf that I wished was still here so I could comfort him and tell him that I wasn't mad, I just wasn't sure how I felt just yet.

I hurriedly took a shower and crawled into bed glad that I was now safe from Victoria and Laurent.

I quickly fell asleep thinking of Jacob's kiss.