-The next morning-
Bella felt nice and warm and had no intention of moving for at least a hundred years or more but the 'nice and warm' had other ideas!
'Jake! AAaahHH! Wh-what? Why am I in your bed? WOAH! Why am I naked? Oh god my head..' groaned Bella as she sat up.
'You don't remember last night?'
'Well not at the moment but I have a guess.' man if she could only remember were the toilet was, if she could remember anything that might help! 'Uh Jake I think I'm going to throw up…'
'Bathroom. That way.' Jake stated as he waved the direction of the bathroom while Bella flung on her shirt and a pair of short she'd found on the floor before bursting out the door in the direction of the toilet, before puking her guts up unceremoniously into Jake's loo!
-A while later-
'Feel any better?' Jake asked as he watched Bella shuffle into the kitchen.
'Mmm Can we talk later? I just want to go home and have a shower, I know it maybe a bit crap of me to ask but could you drive me back? If I drive right now I think I'd end up in a ditch…' come to think of it how did She get there? Did she drive? God if she did she just better hope Charlie never found out or else she'd end up grounded and locked up in her room forever!
'Just use our shower, and when your feeling better we can talk but I don't think Charlie would let either of us live if I dropped you off at home like this, do you?' Jake asked an actual smile on his face, it didn't reach his ears but it was a happy smile, Bella was glad she didn't want to think she'd killed their friendship.
'Alright' if she had thought about it, which she didn't, she probably already had…
-About half an hour later-
Bella opened the shower curtain to see a pile of clean clothes sitting on top of the washing basket. She smiled as she dried herself off and pulled on the slightly too big clothes, which she assumed belonged to one of Jakes long gone older sisters.
She checked in the kitchen and living room but couldn't see Jake so as slowly and as quietly as she could she walked up to Jacob's bedroom door and peered through the slit between the door and the doorframe. Her mouth falling open at what she was seeing. How had she forgotten that- that body! Images fluttered from the depths of her brain and replayed themselves while she just stood there watching Jacob walk around his room without a stitch on! Her mouth dry as she watched him bend down to pull clothes out of the drawer, her stomach doing somersaults as he flexed his muscles while he pulled on his t-shirt, her cheeks burning as he ran his long fingers though his hair remembering what he'd done with them last night…
Oh sweet mother of god! How am I supposed to face him after what we did? What I did! How was he able to face me?