A.N. Thanks for all of the nice reviews! They really help! So on with chapter fourteen! Woot!

I woke up late the next morning, having been wearied by travel and several introductions. I was once again sprawled across Jacob's chest. It wasn't too difficult considering the bed was only made for one person. I didn't mine however, so I didn't bother to move. Instead, I watched the clouded sky outside, threatening to rain at any minute. I had a feeling it would take a while to get used to the rain and un-seasonal cold, by which time I'd be heading home. I shivered at the thought, I didn't want to leave Jacob.

There was then a loud yawn, so I raised my head and looked up into his face.

"Morning," I said brightly, tracing the curve of his bottom lip with my forefinger.

"Good morning beautiful," he sighed, grasping my hand and kissing the tip of each of my fingers. "You know, I always keep thinking that when I open my eyes you won't be there, but sure enough, her you are, my dream turned to reality," he smiled, kissing his way over my palm and onto the inside of my wrist.

"Mmm, if I could I'd always be here when you woke up," I told him sadly.

"What do you mean?" He asked, stopping his sweet kisses to look fearfully at me.

"Well, my mom said I had to be home before school," I reminded him. "it is my senior year after all."

"We'll work that out when it comes, but for now I will reap the benefits of having you beside me."

"As I will too," I giggled, leaning down to kiss his lips. He smiled into the kiss, his hand sliding up the side of my face to come and hold my hair at the roots.

"I love you," he whispered against my lips.

"I love you more," I told him, running my lips along his jawbone, he smirked.

"No, I definitely love you more," he said, gripping my shoulders and flipping us so I was below him.

"Fine, you win just this once, but while you're up there I hope you plan on kissing me," I warned. He chuckled and kissed my lips sweetly, then moved to my neck.

"You know, the high of winning is lovely," he crooned, his kisses slow and gentle.

"Mmm, don't expect it often," I told him, enjoying the gentleness of his lips.

"That's a pretty weak threat," he chuckled.

"Ya, but it's still a threat," I said, gasping when I felt his tongue flit across my lips.

"You've got a point," he said with a smile, moving the color of my shirt so he could kiss my collarbone. I moaned softly as he sucked on it gently, sending tingles to my abdomen.

"And you call me mean," I gasped. He just chuckled and slowly pulled away.

"So, would you like some breakfast?" he asked.

"Sure, what are we having?" I replied with a smirk, knowing he was expecting me to do the cooking.

"What would you like?" He smiled.

"So you really are cooking?" I asked disbelievingly.

"Sure."

"Ok, well I feel like waffles," I told him.

"Done, as long as I get one thing in return," he added.

"I knew there was a catch," I sighed.

"I'll make waffles if you promise to let me take you on a motorcycle ride," he said. My mouth dropped open, of course his request would be something dangerous.

"Do I have to?" I groaned.

"No, but I promise you, nothing will hurt you," he told me seriously, his eyes boring into mine. "And I would like you to come." I thought for a minute, then sighed. The things I do for love.

"Fine, but if I die I'm taking you with me," I said sternly. His face lit up and he swooped down and kissed me intensely, my hands fisted in his hair as I smiled.

"Ok, now it's time for waffles," he grinned, slowly getting up.

"Hey, what's the rush?" I pouted, sitting up on my knees.

"I need to show you so many things!" He exclaimed. He looked so excited I couldn't help but laugh a little. "What?" He asked.

"Nothing, I've just never seen you so excited, it's nice," I smiled, he returned it, grabbing my wrists and pulling me off the bed and against his chest.

"I'm glad, I like being home, but I love it that you're with me," he whispered.

"I love being with you too."

After we had our breakfast of waffles he gave me a grand tour of the house.

It was only one story and very small, but homey. It was a cute little house, just big enough for a father and his son.

Ever since my older brothers and sister left, my house has felt too big and empty. Plus, my mom's at work a lot, so I'm left alone most of the time. I liked Jacob's house, because it was the right size and his dad was mostly always there so it was never empty.

The last part of the tour led us out to the garage that Jacob used to work and store his bikes. It was made out of a couple plastic sheds pushed together, but it was a perfect spot to get out of the house and not find yourself drenched by the almost constant drizzle.

"So, this is your hang out spot?" I asked, trying to sound manly, but failing miserably. Jake chuckled as he pulled me onto his lap. He was sitting on a rickety chair as he watched me look around the garage.

"Something like that," he laughed. I laughed too, but hesitantly because my eyes had fallen upon two shiny motorcycles. "The black one's mine," he smiled, kissing my temple.

"Who's is the other?" I asked curiously, looking over my shoulder at his face. It darkened immediately as he turned his eyes away from the bikes and to my face instead.

"It was Bella's," he told me.

"Bella?" I asked questionably.

He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again they were filled with a sadness that made me want to kiss him until it was gone. It was painful for me to look into those eyes.

"She's the reason I left LaPush."

"Why?" I breathed, my heart rate increasing as many different ideas began to form in my head.

"Because, she chose to marry a vampire."

I gasped. How could any human be even remotely attracted to something so…dead. Sure, they were beautiful, no one could deny that, but they were cold and they just had an air of fear and wrong doings about them, or at least the one I met seemed to.

"She married a vampire?" I said, appalled.

"Ya," he murmured, his eyes darkening with anger.

"…But, if that made you leave LaPush, you must have been…" I trailed off, knowing what I had been about to say was true. He had loved this vampire lover, loved her so much that when she married someone else he ran away from the pain of it. What if he still loved her?

"Yes, I loved her. I loved her so much, but not anymore, she means nothing to me now that she's become my enemy."

"When you say become, do you mean she's a…?" He nodded before I even had time to finish, and I gasped.

"Or at least I think she is, that was the plan."

"Jake…" I began, looking at my fingers now, that were fidgeting in my lap. "Do you still…love her? Well, you said you didn't, but if you ran away because she broke your heart, don't you still?"

He sighed, his hand gently lifting my chin so our eyes met.

"The way I felt about Bella can't even be compared to the way I feel about you," he told me.

"Is that because I'm your imprint?" I asked cautiously, not breaking our eye contact. He faltered for a second, his eyes looking between mine, trying to judge my reaction.

"Probably," he muttered, but was man enough to not look away.

"That's what I thought," I whispered, looking down at my hands again. A few silent minutes later his big, warm hands enclosed mine, stroking them gently with his thumbs.

"Does that bother you?" He asked, even though it sounded like he already knew the answer.

"Yes," I admitted, looking up into his handsome face. "It bothers me that the only reason you love me is because of a twist in you DNA."

His eyes slowly shifted to mine, boring into me with a sadness that nearly pierced my heart.

"You may think that, but even if I met you and I didn't have this…glitch, I have a feeling that I'd still love you," he told me. "And if that's not good enough, the only other thing I can say is that I love you with all my heart and will never let anything harm you, because now, my heart is in your hands."

He gently pulled my hands apart and held them palm up. I looked at them for a minute then grasped his and did the same.

"Mine is in yours," I said softly, looking up into his eyes.

"And I'll protect it with my life," he told me, leaning towards me.

"You better," I told him, he chuckled slightly.

"You have my word," he said, then his wonderful lips met mine. "Now, it's motorcycle time," he laughed, lifting me off his lap and striding over to the bikes.

"You jerk! You totally ruined the moment!" I cried, but was smiling all the same, the heavy tension in the air broken.

"What? I'm a guy, cute moments aren't my bag," he said, I frowned and put my hands on my hips. "Hey, I'm only speaking the truth. Touching moments are good and all but we prefer more…action."

"Action huh?" I said with an evil smirk, he grinned.

"Ya, action," he responded, leaning on the bike so the full contours of his bare chest were exposed.

I slowly approached him, making sure to swing my hips seductively and let my breasts bounce a little. I could tell he noticed because I saw his Adam's apple move swiftly down his throat.

"Now the question is, can you handle a bit of action?" I asked, running my hands over his chest and blowing against his ear. He shivered as his hands curled around my hips, fitting them perfectly into the palms of his hands.

"You know, I really don't think I am," he admitted. "I think you need to do that one more time," he grinned, his dark eyes playful and longing. I made a thinking face and shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't' think you're ready for a repeat," I grinned mischievously, he smirked.

"You don't?"

"Nope," I said, popping my 'p' against his nose. "But I do think I could be a good biker babe, what about you?" I asked, my lips close to his.

"Definitely," he breathed, his hands tightening on my hips as his head tilted to the left to kiss me.

"Are you sure you want to be kissing me now?" I asked him.

"Ya, why wouldn't I?" He asked, confused.

"Because I could easily take away my obligation to go on the bike."

"Well, can I kiss your neck then?" He asked, moving to perform this action.

"No."

"Can I kiss anything?"

"Nope," I grinned, he groaned, massaging my hips gently, but longingly.

"But I never said I couldn't kiss you," I told him, lifting his head from my shoulder, he grinned.

"Hmm, I see," he said.

"Mmmhmm," I murmured, leaning up and kissing just below his lower lip. "But I also never said I didn't get to tease either," I kissed near the left corner.

"This is so unfair," he groaned, nearly clawing at my hips.

"Oh, I find it quite fair, this is just payback for making me go on a motorcycle," I smiled devilishly, kissing above his upper lip.

"But you haven't got on yet," he reminded me.

"I will," I answered, my lips hovering mere millimeters from his. "But I'm just as desperate as you," I admitted, finally giving in and pressing my lips against his, catching him off-guard.

Once he regained some of his composure he moaned against my mouth, pulling my hips against his. I swiveled them experimentally, receiving a soft husky growl. I liked that sound. Not because he wanted me, but because it was soothing. It made my heart thump erratically, and my hands grasp his hair tighter. I still couldn't fully get over the fact that we were together because of a glitch, but the way he was kissing me left no doubt about his love for me. I was the best thing in his world, and I loved it.