A.N. I do not own the characters you recognize from Twilight, only the one's you don't! So please R&R!!

Unexpected

"J-Jacob?" I whispered.

He nodded his huge head solemnly. Why wasn't I scared? This should frighten me, terrify me…but it didn't. All I felt was shock and relief. Shock by the fact that he had just morphed into my wolf, and relief that two of my favorite things were actually one.

A grin spread across my face at this point, Jacob cocked his head in confusion.

"So…you're a werewolf," I stated, he nodded, still confused. "Well, I kind of figured something was up with you. I mean, wolves don't normally get as big as you," I explained.

He continued to stare at me in shock, then grabbed his pants from my hands with his teeth and hurried into the woods. I stood still as I waited, trying to make myself even a little bit afraid of what I had just witnessed, but I felt numb, with what I didn't know. Was it fear? Shock? Or something else?

"Y-you're not afraid?" Came a voice, interrupting my thoughts. I jumped and turned to see Jacob, his face torn.

"Um, I don't think so, but I am a little shocked," I admitted.

"God…" he muttered, then reached out to me and pulled me to his chest.

I blushed furiously as his arms constricted around me and he buried his face into my hair.

"Jacob?" I asked, confused by his reaction.

"I'm sorry, but please, please, let me hold you," he whispered, I nodded, letting his radiating heat surround me.

We stood there for the longest time, his fingers stroking and twisting my waist length hair.

All too soon he began to pull away, but I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him back to me. I don't know why I did except for the fact that the heat was surprisingly comfortable.

"So, you do like it as much as I do," he chuckled, pulling my body flush to his.

"Mmhm," I mumbled, pressing my face into his shoulder. His woodsy, musky scent filled my nose, pricking my curiosity to take another whiff. I breathed again, and again, until my mind was thoroughly numb. I didn't want to move an inch, but my mother's car pulling into the driveway brought back my awareness.

"My mom's home," I said, but made no attempt to move, in fact, I held him tighter.

"Yes, she is," he agreed, continuing to play with my hair. "I really like you hair," he commented, bringing a lock of it up to his face as he breathed in deeply. "Mm, you smell like flowers," he stated, continuing to breath deeply.

"Drina?" my mother called, I groaned quietly, burying myself into his warm chest. He laughed lightly, stoking my arm.

"You better go," he told me, I looked up at him in shock.

"Aren't you coming?" I asked him.

"I could, but how about we take this slowly?" he suggested. I felt my bottom lip push out into a pout, he laughed again.

"Trust me, I want to take this fast even more than you do. But let's do this right," he whispered.

Wait a minute. Fast? Slow? Dating? Him? I just met the guy today, well technically, and I already want to make-out with him! What's wrong with me?

Even though these thoughts raced through my head, none were valid enough for me to leave the warm circle of his arms. So what if I just met him today? I wanted him! I…loved him? But already? So fast?

"You're right, Jacob," I said, slowly pulling away from him. "I need to think this all out…. Get my head on straight."

"Yes, that's a good idea," he said, his expression serious.

"Thank you, Jacob," I whispered.

"No problem," he smiled.

"Well, goodnight," I said, then began to walk away, but he caught my wrist and pulled me back to him.

"Whatever you decide, I'll be waiting right here. I promise," he whispered, then let me go and hurried into the forest.