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For the remainder of the month of June, and a few weeks of July, I spent with Jacob. The only time he wasn't directly by my side was in the bathroom and when I slept.
My mom had gotten used to having him around. She even let him sleep in my brother's room after she figured out he had no place to stay. So nowadays, we spent the night hours together too, his arms wrapped snuggly around me.
One night such as this I awoke to find myself alone. With a few glances around I found him standing on the balcony. He was leaning on the rail, wearing only a pair of black sweats. I watched him for a minute, admiring the way he looked under the full moon tonight.
After a while of admiring, I rolled out of bed and went outside, joining him on the moonlit balcony.
"You're up early," I commented, leaning against him and placing a small kiss on his shoulder blade.
"Ya, I just needed some fresh air," he said, breathing deeply.
"I see," I said, laying against him and pressing my cheek into his upper back.
We stood there for a while, silently, but comfortably, then he slowly turned around and pulled me against him.
"Drina, you know I love you, right?" he asked softly.
"Yes," I responded, curious as to what brought this on.
"Good," he whispered, his arms tightening around me. "Then will you come on a trip with me?"
"Where?"
"LaPush," he answered, I smiled as I looked up into his face.
"I'd love to come," I told him. His face lit up as he swooped down and kissed my lips.
"Thank you," he murmured.
"No problem!" I laughed. "I've been wanting to meet everyone up there," I said.
"Mmm, that's good, I thought you wouldn't want to go, and I wouldn't leave you here alone," he told me.
"I wouldn't be alone, plus, I've managed to last without your for seventeen years."
"I know, but even when the night I can't be with you I worry, and you can't tell me you don't miss my, because whenever I'm gone, you cry," he said, I flushed.
"Th-that's different, b-but I do miss you," I told him, running my finger in nervous circles on his bicep.
"How's it different?"
"I-it just is."
"Please tell me," he begged.
"I'll tell you if you tell me the whole story as to why you left LaPush," I told him sternly. His face hardened as he looked down at me.
"Ok, I get it, I won't make you tell me," he said.
"Good," I nodded.
"For now, let's go to bed, you look dead on your feet," he told me, lifting me into his arms.
"Not really, but I don't mind you carrying me," I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"That's good, because I like to carry you," he said, kissing my hair as he opened the door and stepped inside. He then carefully locked the door, a thing he did often. My mother thought it an admirable quality, but I knew the hidden meaning behind his obsession.
He said he used the locks as a precaution, but that vampires could easily break them. He had said him and the pack were the only things that could protect me from them, and that's what he planned to do.
As this thought occurred I buried my face into his neck. Just thinking about him fighting something so indestructible made me cringe.
"What's wrong?" he asked softly, laying me on the bed as he climbed in next to me, pulling me close.
"I can't imagine you fighting a vampire," I shivered.
"You've seen me before," he said, sounding as though he'd wished I hadn't.
"I know, but you were hurt Jacob. You just seem so… well, alive compared to them," I murmured. "You're warm, and your heart beats." I just kept talking, I couldn't stop. I wanted him to understand how much he worried me.
During my speech his eyes were soft as he listened. Once I had finished his hands came up and cupped my face, gently stroking my cheeks.
"I'm not going anywhere Drina," he told me, stern enough to get his point across, but as gently as though he'd hurt my feelings. "The big bad vampires won't get me," he said, a small smile crossing his face. I reached a hand out and touched his lips, worry still heavy in my heart. He kissed my fingers softly, small bursts of air tickling my flesh.
"I promise you, nothing will ever get me," he said, his eyes intense as he looked deep into mine.
"I hope you can keep that promise… because I'm trusting you," I smiled. He smiled back and leaned towards me, capturing my lips with his own.
I woke up the next morning feeling exceptionally comfortable. When I opened my eyes and looked around I found the source of it to be Jacob. I was laying against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around me as he snored on.
I sighed contently, looking up into his peaceful face. He looked so young when he was asleep, as though years were shed from his figure. There were no worry lines creasing his flawless forehead that seemed permanently scrunched, and his lips were smooth and full, nearly drawing me in, but I abated myself. I did however fun my fingers over his facial features, feeling the perfect dips and curves of his face. I smiled at this perfect man that lay beside me, still in a deep slumber.
It was odd, how suddenly, but so completely, he had come into my life. Before, I barely saw anyone, and now I was with him almost every second of the day. Then there's was this unnatural pull to him I felt. It was so strange, but I loved him more than anything in such a small amount of time.
As I thought I hadn't realized he had awaken until I felt his hand run up my back. I shivered and looked down into his smiling face that I still held in my hands.
"Morning," he said, reaching his hands up the back of my shirt.
"M-morning," I stuttered, still not used his warm gently hands on my bare flesh.
"What were you thinking before?" he asked, still smiling at my reaction.
"The fact that you actually look sixteen when you're asleep," I said with a smile, stroking his cheeks that aged back to their twenty-year-old appearance.
"I do?" He asked, curious.
"Ya, you look cute," I admitted, my cheeks pink.
"Thanks," he grinned.
"No problem."
"So, are you ready for breakfast?" He asked.
I laughed "are you ready?"
He nodded, his eyes sparkling.
"I should've figured."
Once we had managed to roll ourselves out of bed we went downstairs and I made a big batch of eggs, sausage, bacon, and toast. We were silent as we ate, due to the fact that when Jacob ate his attention was to the food, and the food only. So I passed the time by reading a magazine.
As I was just finishing up a very mushy romance article I felt Jacobs hand slide up my thigh.
"Jacob Black!" I scolded jokingly.
"What? You look sexy when you focus," he said with a grin, I blushed.
"Thanks," I said awkwardly.
Jacob just laughed and kissed my temple. He then grabbed our plates and took them to the sink, rinsing them off and putting them into the dishwasher. He came slowly back around the counter, placing himself behind me as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"I can't believe I imprinted on someone so beautiful," he murmured, kissing my neck softly.
"Imprinted?" I repeated.
He sighed, "Yes, it's this wolf thing, and imprint is like a soul mate, you're made to be with her. You are my imprint."
"A soul mate huh?" I asked, turning in his arms to look at him. He was smiling just as broadly as I was.
"Yup," he grinned, laying his forehead against mine. I leaned up and kissed his nose, his smile broadened.
"It happened the first time I saw you. In the woods I fell immediately in love with you, and I had to have you. I didn't mean to scare you when I pounced on you, I just had to get your attention."
"Yes, you definitely got my attention, on both encounters, but why is it that you had to nearly give me a concussion both times?" I asked with a smile, he chuckled nervously.
"Sorry about that, I didn't meant to, honest," he said, leaning up and kissing both spots on my head. They were long since healed, but he always made sure to avoid those areas.
"It's ok, I forgive you. I'm glad you got my attention, because if not, I'd never have known you."
"Mmm, that's good, because I am too, but I'm still sorry for hurting you," he apologized again.
"I'll hurt you if you don't stop apologizing," I warned, glaring up into his dark eyes, it didn't last long.
"Oooh, scary," he said playfully, a smile lighting up his face. I glared again, he just kissed my nose and laughed. I sighed and leaned up to kiss him, stopping his laughter. I could feel him smirking against my lips however, so I opened my mouth and bit down on his lower lip. He flinched slightly, but moaned into my mouth, twining his fingers in my hair and pulling me closer.
Having my body pressed up against Jacob's was an experience like no other, I don't thin k I'd ever get used to it.
"So, are you ready to go to LaPush?" he asked as we broke apart.
"Now?" I exclaimed, shocked, he nodded. "But, I have to tell my mom and-" I began, but he silenced me with a kiss.
"I know, I was only kidding. We can wait until your mom comes home today and leave tomorrow."
"That will definitely be better. I know you want to go, but at least let me tell my mom."
"I think I can do that tiny favor, as long as I get a kiss first of course."
"You're so mean!" I exclaimed, but leaned in and pressed my lips roughly to his, catching him off-guard.
"You're the one that's mean. You shouldn't kiss people like that without warning!" He accused with a smirk.
"Fine, I won't kiss you like that anymore," I smirked back.
"You are mean," he groaned.
"I know."