"A bell is no bell 'til you ring it, a song is no song 'til you sing it. And love in your heart wasn't put there to stay- love isn't love 'til you give it away."
- Oscar Hammerstein, Sound of Music, "You Are Sixteen Going On Seventeen (Reprise)"

Confessions

"I haven't felt this way in...in years," Jacob muttered, more to himself than to me.

"Welcome the feeling back, then," I whispered, seductively.

"Cecilia..." he whispered in a erotic voice.

"I love you..."

Did I really just say those tender three words? Crazy.

Jake wasn't facing me while I said this.

"This is wrong," he said, suddenly sounding harsh. "So wrong..."

"Do I look like I give a damn?" I snapped, my voice rising. I was going to make him look at me...to want me like how I wanted him.

Jake turned to my direction after I spoke, anger in his eyes. I gave him a look of hate. I could feel tears beginning to develop in my green eyes. I sat in a ball shape on the hard ground, glaring up at him. I didn't understand why he was doing this. Jacob grounded his teeth together, making a growling sort of noise. I flinched, letting out a scream. I jumped to my feet, knowing that I had to run, run as far away as possible. I needed to go home or else I would certainly die. I tripped on a root in the ground. I cursed as I was falling. Someone with strong hands grabbed my waist and pulled me against their chest. It was him. Jacob was panting, his musuclar chest moving up and down. He was trying to keep in control.

"Don't...go..."

I looked up into his face, his dark eyes filled with remorse. Jake needed to know that I forgave him. Feeling suddenly confident, I stood on my tip-toes and touched his smooth, burning face. He knew what I was about to do, and surprisingly enough he didn't fight it. Jacob aburptly put one of his hands on the back of my neck and leaned his head down to mine. Our forheads touched, our lips close. I felt his panting ease on my face. Jake was seemed better now, gradually gaining back control. He wipped away a tear that had escaped from the corner of my eye.

"I thought you said this was all wrong," I whispered quietly.

His panting finally ceased. He didn't speak just yet.

"But's it's all right," he whispered back, dangerously.

We kept that way for a little longer, things became quiet around the two of us.

"Seth talked to me about it," began Jacob, very quietly. He caressed the back of my neck slowly as he spoke. "About my feelings for you, I mean. You have no idea how much you are to me. These past few months that we've spent together have been so great. Whenever I don't see you, I just...I just feel like there's nothing to live for. You're the only girl I ever see anymore. I hate to see you this way..."

Jake's free hand touched my tear stained face. He gave me a small smile.

"Don't cry now, Fish Biscuit," he whispered. "It's okay, it's okay."

I let out a little giggle, finding that the use of the nickname he had for me a comic relief during the heated moment. I felt it go wash down my slender figure. As this happened, Jacob picked me up by the hips. Once his russet face was a little ways lower than mine, I wound my arms around his neck, touching his dark, long hair. Jake gave me a grin, showing off his brilliant white teeth.

"You know about imprinting...right?" questioned Jacob, hesitantly as he smiled up at my face.

And that there explained it all.