Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Characters
I woke up late the next day, but felt oddly refreshed as I stretched and sat up, peering blearily around my room.
My eyes flicked to my door-wall first. I wasn't expecting Jacob to be there, but I wished he was. When I had successfully confirmed that he wasn't, I inspected the rest of the room.
It was pretty big, especially since my sister moved out. The walls were painted a light blue, because my mom thought this was going to be a boys room. But my sister decked it out with a fun pink, purple, green, and blue border design. I liked my room, and my house for the most part. The only bad thing about it was that it was so empty now that my older siblings were all gone.
Then the smell of breakfast snapped me out of my daydreams. I sat, sniffing for a minute, then stopped mid-breathe. My mom should be at work. So why could I smell breakfast?
I immediately jumped out of bed and hurried out of my room and down the stairs. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I nearly gasped.
There across the room, standing, and cooking, in my kitchen, was Jacob. He looked up and smiled at me as he gracefully flipped a pancake.
"I hope you like pancakes and sausage." he said with a wry smile. I stood stock-still, blinking in amazement.
"How did you get inside?" I asked, beginning to cross my living room.
"Oh, your mom let me in before she left. I told her I was one of Danny's friends and I had come to make you breakfast," he smiled. I gaped, I had only mentioned Danny's name once, how could he remember?
"And she believed you?" I asked, extremely shocked.
"Yup, let me right in, but told me that I better not mess up her kitchen," he grinned. I shook my head and closed the gap between us in a few quick strides. He pulled me lightly against him, his face burying into my hair.
"Good morning," I said, tilting my head so I could smile up at him.
"Morning," he responded, his face moving towards mine. I felt his smooth lips touch mine, so I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck.
The kiss was just as good, or better, than last night. I swear, I could kiss him all day!
When we broke apart he was smiling. I smiled back, it was contagious.
"I think the pancakes are done," he said, slipping away from me to take them off the griddle. I sighed, leaning back on the counter behind him.
I watched him, noticing that he once again wasn't wearing a shirt. I admired the smooth dips and curves of his back, and noticed how his arm muscles moved in perfect synchronization underneath his russet skin.
"Time for breakfast," he announced, ceasing my admiring as he brought a huge plate of sausage and another of pancakes to the counter I was leaning on. I stared at the massive quantity of food, aghast.
"What's all the food for?" I asked curiously.
"Oh, uh, I tend to eat a lot," he said, a light pink coloring his cheeks.
"Oh, ya," I smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek.
I then went around to the other side of the counter and perched myself on a bar stool. He joined me after a moment, sliding the stool as close as he could to me without us touching. I could feel the hair on my arm stand on end, he was so close.
"So, who's Danny?" Jacob asked casually, but I could hear the hidden curiosity.
"My cousin, he lives down the street a ways. He's the same age as me so we hang out a lot," I told him with a grin, grabbing a few pancakes and smothering them with syrup.
"How old are you anyways?" he asked.
"I'm seventeen, what about you?" I asked, trying to determine his age myself before he answered. He looked as though he was in his twenties, but from the way he acted, I guessed something like eighteen.
"I'm sixteen," he said, my mouth fell open. This full-grown man who had muscle that could rival a pro-wrestler, was sixteen?
"Wow, that's really…unexpected," I said, still in a state of shock.
"Well, I would be almost seventeen, but because of the werewolf gene, I don't age," he told me with a smile. I froze, he doesn't age? Like…he's going to be sixteen forever?
"So, while I'm getting old and wrinkly you're going to look like this?" I asked, feeling extremely jealous.
"Technically, but if we don't phase into a werewolf for a while we'll age again," he said, continuing to smile at my idiotic expression.
"Well that's unfair," I grumbled, stabbing a piece of pancake and eating it, as he ate one whole.
Then I realized something, "Wait…you mean there's more of you?" I asked.
"What?"
"You said 'we'," I reminded him.
"Oh, ya, my pack's back home in LaPush," he told me simply, as though this was to be expected.
"Wait, Pack? LaPush?" I asked, he chuckled.
"Yes, we run in a pack like regular wolves, and LaPush is my home, it's in Washington," he told me.
"Oh, ya, I guess you'd have to come from somewhere," I mumbled, feeling embarrassed. I actually never thought about where he came from, or lived, he just came and swept me off my feet, that's all I knew.
"Yes, I would," he laughed, eating another pancake or two, I couldn't tell.
"Well, you just came so suddenly, I never thought about it," I said in my defense.
"That's true," he nodded, looking a little bit upset by that. "Maybe I should've waited to tell you I was a werewolf," he said thoughtfully, more to himself than me.
"No! I'm glad you told me," I assured him. "I-I was actually sort of…happy," I said, feeling awkward for admitting that.
"Really? Why?" he asked, his face cute confusion, I couldn't help but smile.
"Well, I really like your wolf form, I guess…I always wanted a dog," I confessed. Jacob burst into laughter, his deep voice cracking slightly.
"I'm not really your typical dog though," he said, his laugher dying enough to speak, I scowled.
"I didn't think that was funny," I told him.
"I did," he said, still grinning broadly.
"I can see that," I bit back, turning to my food and eating more.
"Oh, don't be mad."
"I'm not."
"Yes you are," he said, then ran his hand along my cheek, I shivered, but pretended to not notice. Then all of a sudden he leaned in and we were face to face, our noses almost touching.
"Please forgive me?" He begged, his eyes pleading, I swallowed, I wouldn't give in. So I shook my head, he smiled, then leaned in closer so his lips were just above mine. My breath hitched, sending my heart into a spasm, I shook my head again.
"Please?" he repeated, his breath gently ghosting my lips. A shiver ran down my spine, but I still shook my head.
"Why not?" he asked, looking slightly frustrated now as he set his forehead to mine.
"C-cuz," I croaked, my voice an octave higher than usual, his smile returned.
"I see," he whispered, his lips touching mine, I groaned. He then swiftly pulled away, moving back to his original posture.
"Hey!" I pouted, he smirked.
"If you want a kiss, you have to forgive me," he said.
"Fine! I forgive you," I said quickly, he chuckled, then leaned back in and pressed his lips to mine.
I gasped, my hands coming up to knot in his hair and hold him there so I could kiss him. He smirked into the kiss, basking in the thrill of sweet victory. I didn't care, as long as I got to kiss him I was a happy camper.
"Mmm, we better finish eating," Jacob muttered, as we broke apart for air.
"Just one more," I told him, he chuckled, but complied, pressing his lips softly to mine.