Following the incident at the dance, I stayed with Jacob almost every night. I was terrified of the dark and kept thinking of Leighton's evil face looming over me if I was alone. We'd gone to the police station the next morning and told them about Leighton. He was now in their custody-- awaiting trial.

I laid on my bed face down, my legs crossed at the ankles. After spending so much night-time with Jacob I had finally purchased some non-slutty-yet-still-sexy-pajamas. A silk tank-top with matching silk shorts were exactly what I needed. My hair was pulled up on top of my head, still wet from my shower. Mrs. Costa had gone to bed an hour ago and according to my calculations Jacob should be coming over soon.

The moonlight was streaming in my window and the rain pattered on the roof. I hugged my covers closer to me. I couldn't go to sleep. Not yet. I was afraid to.

A gust of wind blew through my open window and my curtains undulated in the breeze. I had left my window open so that Jacob would have easy access to my room. But he was taking a long time to get here. My eye-lids drooped. I shook my head. I wouldn't go to sleep yet-- no matter how tired I was. If I went to sleep now-- without Jacob --I would have nightmares. And Ihated nightmares.

Maybe, I'll just rest my eyes for a second I decided and closed my eyes.

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JPOV

I climbed in Allie's open window and tried not to drip all over her floor. She was sleeping in her bed, her hands clutching at something that wasn't there. Allie looked peaceful for the time being.

As I approached her bed though, her dreams changed. She whimpered, pushing and kicking at her imaginary foe. Her blankets began to get tangled in her legs and I decided not to let her nightmare go any farther.

I sat on the edge of her bed and gently shook her shoulder. "Allie? Wake up, it's me."

Quicker than I would've thought she bolted up out of her bed and grabbed the nearest projectile-- an alarm clock. If I didn't have super-human senses she would've knocked me out when she chucked the alarm clock at my head. Luckily, I caught it in my left hand.

She blinked rapidly and realized her mistake. Allie gasped and crawled over to where I sat.

"I'm so, so, so, so, so, so, so, sorry!" She said in one breath. "I thought-- ah. I'm sorry."

She looked so cute with her hair all messy and the worried expression on her face. I smiled at her and pulled her into a hug.

"Can't. Breath." She choked out.

I let her go quickly. I hadn't realized I was hugging her so tightly. "My bad."

It was then that I realized she wasn't wearing her normal pajamas. She was wearing some new ones that were soft on her skin. I raised an eyebrow.

"New pajama's?"

To my intense amusement she blushed. "Yeah. These are. . .nicer."

I looked her over. They clung to her curves in a pleasing way. I ran my hands over the smooth material and she shivered.

"I like them."

She smiled wickedly at me and brought a hand to my hair. She ran her fingers through my hair and I let out a sigh.

"You're wet," she stuck out her bottom lip in a pout.

I matched her wicked smile. "Why don't you help me out of these wet clothes then?"

She blushed furiously and avoided my eyes. I was wearing only a pair of jeans and that no doubt made her nervous when I asked her to take them off.

With half of her body still in my lap, I pushed her down so that she was pressed into the mattress. I leaned over her and kept my hold on her waist. I leaned down and kissed her collar bone. I was pleased to hear that her breathing sped up a notch.

I pressed my lips to a little below her collar bone and was rewarded with a blush. She put her hands up around my neck and pulled my head to hers. I kissed her deeply and passionately, letting my free hand trail along her legs. She shivered and I laughed against her lips.

I could feel the heat flooding her face. Never had I seen her blush so much. It was really enjoyable to make her blush like this-- to embarrass her.

I pulled back from the kiss and looked at her face. Her eyes were wide and blue, her long lashes dewy with the water that dripped from my hair. I never wanted her more than right now, in her smooth pajama's with a blush on her cheeks.

Groaning I scooted away from her on the bed.

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APOV

I blinked rapidly upset that Jacob had left me. Granted I was a little relieved that he hadn't gone any farther, I was ridiculously upset that he hadn't gone any farther. Damn.

Chewing my lip I sat up and looked at him. His dark eyes were on me and they followed my movements as I slid back to his side on the bed. He let out a frustrated sigh.

"Why did you stop?" I pouted playfully at him.

He grinned at me but his eyes were wary. He inclined his head towards the door. "Mrs. Costa."

"Oh." I hadn't realized that she was still awake, but then again Jake did have that whole werewolf hearing thing.

I settled into bed for the evening and pulled on Jacob's arm inviting him to join me in bed. He rested his body next to mine and I snuggled close to his bare chest. He smelled like rain and goodness and Jacob. My eyes closed and for the second time that night I fell asleep.

Imagine my surprise when I woke the next morning to find Jacob still in bed with me. He normally left early in the morning-- we didn't want the neighbors to talk, did we? He looked so peaceful, his breathing even and his dark lashes brushing his cheeks.

Hm. I decided to do something nice for Jacob. I frolicked downstairs to the kitchen and peered in the fridge. Eggs, bacon and toast. Score.

I'd never really cooked before but seriously, how hard could it be? I fiddled with the stove's knobs before figuring out how to turn it on. Blue flames cackled to life and I jumped back, startled.

Digging through the cabinets I found a frying pan and set it on the stove's flames. That done I turned my attention to the eggs. I whipped out a bowl and smashed the egg against the side of it, like I'd seen Mrs. Costa do. The egg crumpled and went everywhere. Frowning, I decided to try again.

Holding the egg in my hand I brought it down on the edge of the bowl and again in crumpled-- eggshells flying.

Third times the charm right? I held yet another egg and smashed it against the bowl. Egg guts came flying at me. I cursed and decided to screw the egg idea.

Moving on, I stared blankly at the bloody mess that was bacon. Screw that. I shoved the bacon back into the refridgerator. There was no way I was going to touch animal innards.

I reached for the loaf of bread I had set out. Toast. Now there was something I could make. I slid the slices into the toaster and waited for it to pop up all nice and delicious. Attempt one procured a charred piece of bread.

Feeling rather pissed I turned down the dial and tried again. This time the toast came out not even toasted. It was just warm bread.

I turned the dial up again.

Attempt 3: ashes.

Attempt 4: the burn mark came out looking strangely like a picture of Oprah Winfrey. I shuddered.

Attempt 5: bread wasn't even warm.

Attempt 6: one side of the bread was a delicious looking golden brown. The other side was blacker than cave darkness.

Attempt 7: bread disintegrates as I pull it from the toaster.

Cursing loudly I looked at the mountains of bread around me. I kicked the cabinet closest to me and chucked some of the ruined bread at the kitchen window before sinking to the floor and dissolving into a fit of tears.

I heard Jacob's steps as he came down the stairs and tried to pull myself together. Wiping the tears from my eyes I stood up, grabbed another piece of bread and threw it haphazardly into the toaster. Turning away from my arch nemisis the evil toaster, I opened the fridge and pulled out some butter just as Jacob entered the kitchen.

I turned back and saw him rubbing his eyes with his fists while surveying the damage. My bowl of egg crap sat on the counter with the remains of tiny unfertilized chicken carnage around it.

The burnt toast I had thrown at the kitchen window left crumbs on the window and was sitting on the ledge. The other failed attempts laid scattered around the kitchen.

Staring at me he shook his head. In that moment the toaster dinged that it was finished and out popped a piece of perfectly golden toast. With triumph in my eyes I whisked the glorious toast onto a plate, added a side of butter and pushed Jacob into a kitchen chair. I settled the plate of toast in front of him and watched.

He looked amused.

"Eat." I ordered.

Jake's smile widened. "I don't have a knife to butter my toast," he informed me.

I growled and went to the drawer that held our silverware. I threw down the butter knife on the table and he snatched it up to butter his toast.

With his toast buttered he scarfed the one piece down in what could only be considered an inhale. I stared at him.

"What?" he asked innocently.

I shrugged. "You're like the Michael Phelps of eating."

Jacob laughed and pulled me into his lap. He kissed me on my nose.

"Thanks for breakfast," he chuckled.

I grimaced and tried to pull away from him but he held me fast. I looked back at his face. He had a puzzled look on his face and looked around the kitchen.

"Do you smell something like. . .gas?" he asked perplexedly.

I vaulted to my feet. The stove! Crap, I had left it on! I switched the blue flames off and yanked the frying pan from it. It scorched my hands and I dropped it. On my foot. Yelping I sprang up onto the counter and sat there.

Jacob's laughter rang throughout the kitchen. He was sitting in his chair, clutching his sides, doubled over in laughter. I gave him my evil glare.

"You think this is funny?" I waved my bright red hand and foot at him.

This only made him laugh harder. If I could I would've thrown the frying pan at his head. That'd wipe that smirk off his face.

I stuck out my tongue at him and threw the nearest piece of toast at him. He was so distracted that he stopped mid chuckle when it hit him square in the face.

His eyes narrowed and we walked over to me. I leaned away from him as he brought his face close to mine.

"When you least expect it. . ." he said sternly, "expect it."

And then he kissed me on the lips, said goodbye and left me among eggs, brunt bread and a scalding frying pan wondering what the hell he meant.

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