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Chapter 7 - Making Up
RPOV

I didn't want to open the door; I didn't even want to see him right now.

His hair was in a disarray as he tapped on my window, it looked like he'd been running all night, I didn't care what he'd been doing, he could've called and told me that he couldn't make it, but no he decided to make me look like an idiot, sitting at a restaurant alone. I put my head back in my hands and thought about opening the door, I didn't want to leave him in the rain and it looked like he was sorry. He deserved to be in the rain for what he did... okay, no he didn't. I looked up and wiped my eyes before leaning over to the passenger door and unlocking it, he could open it himself.

He opened it slowly and looked at me, still standing in the rain, wearing only shorts, he didn't look like he wanted to enter the car, that made the tears increase, was there something wrong with me, did he not want to be with me anymore, I turned my face away from him and stared out the window, I didn't want to see his expression. I heard him slide into the passenger seat and close the door softly, his arms reached out for me and I jerked back instinctively.

"J... Just don't touch me." I said stiffly, I was so angry at him; I didn't want him anywhere near me.

"Nessie, I'm so... I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you, I got caught up... there's someone new in town, the pack went to look for him, he started running and we had to chase him, we got half way to Canada before I realised the time, I couldn't leave the pack, being the Alpha, so I told everyone to head back to La Push, I didn't have time to change..." He looked down at his damp shorts and back at me. "I took the motorcycle and was heading toward the restaurant when I saw the car..." his voice trailed off, he had an explanation, a reason for not being with me tonight, but still, I was angry, furious, and sad at the same time.

I didn't know what I should do, should I hug him and say it's alright or should I stay mad at him. I knew what the answer to that question was but I couldn't bring myself to say it, I couldn't bring myself to forgive him. He reached for me again and I didn't deny him, he pulled me onto his lap and I buried my face in his chest, the tears hadn't stopped but it had slowed down, he stroked my hair and continued to say sorry, in a way I felt bad, he shouldn't apologise, he was out protecting people and I was sitting here being stubborn. I felt my anger wash away as I sat there in his warm protective arms, I listened to his steady heartbeat just thinking, my night was ruined, but it wasn't over yet. I could salvage what was left of the night.

I lifted my head up and looked into his deep chocolate brown eyes, they were gazing into mine filled with apologies. He gently stroked my cheek, I blushed and looked down, his fingers wiped away the stray tears that had run down my face, luckily Aunt Alice used waterproof make-up or my face would've been ruined. I moved so that my lips were in line with his, pressing them urgently onto his, my hands cupped his face and the tears started streaming down my face, I moved my body, without breaking the kiss, so that I had on leg on either side of him. His hands were burning on the small of my back as our kisses became more passionate, his lips parted slightly as mine did enough so that our tongues could touch.

I pressed my hands to his face to show him what I wanted, I showed him taking my shirt off, me unbuttoning his pants. He quickly broke away from the kiss and moved my hand away from his cheek. I looked down feeling the denial overpower me and felt the tears building in my eyes again. How much rejection am I supposed to face tonight! I shouted in my head.

"Ness..." He said softly, his eyes closed, it was clear that he was saying no. Why couldn't he just give me what I want? I pressed my index finger to his lips to shush him; I was getting my way tonight. I pressed my lips to his and placed my hand on his cheek, beginning where I left off. A small groan escaped his lips as he saw how much I needed him, how much I wanted him. I felt something hard between my legs and I smiled victoriously. I bucked my hips against him as we kissed more passionately than we ever had before. He moved his hands to the top of my neck and tugged on the zipper before pulling it down half way. My breath caught, I didn't actually think he'd do this, my breathing sped up as he pulled the zipper down fully, the dress fell to my stomach and I was left wearing a beige strapless bra, one that wasn't sexy at all because it wasn't supposed to be seen.

His finger trailed up my back and stopped at the strap holding my bra together. Not once did he open his eyes to look at me, I think it's because he was scared he'd change his mind. I began to grind my hips onto him, moans were escaping my lips as I felt the bulge in his pants press against me, I felt the warmth rush between my legs and I tried my best to suppress it.

I think he could smell it because his kisses became more passionate while his hands tugged on my bra strap, it seemed like he was having trouble with it so I reached behind and did it for him, the material fell to the floor as his warm hand cupped my breast and began playing with it, I let out a soft moan as he took the pink bud between his fingers and squeezed gently.

"Jake..." I moaned as he moved to kiss my neck and shoulders, he looked up at me and sighed.

"Nessie, I want this to be special for you... and this is not very special..." He said and looked down nervously; he wanted this to be special for me. Why does everything he says make him seem right. He leaned over and pulled the beige material from the ground and handed it to me with a I don't know how to put that on kind of look, I smiled and effortlessly put it on. He lifted my dress and zipped it up from the back before kissing my forehead.

"I love you Ness, and I would never intentionally hurt you, you know that right?" He looked at me intently and I nodded, my heart was still beating unevenly so I didn't trust my voice to speak. He hugged me and opened the door, I moved back to the driver's seat so that he could get out, I gave him a confused look. Why was he getting out?

"Just going to put my motorcycle in the trunk." He got up and smiled, I popped the trunk for him and he lifted the motorcycle in with ease, I heard the thump and he put it in and the trunk close. He walked around to the driver's side and I looked at him, wondering what he was doing.

"I'm not going to let you drive; you're not fully in control." He winked at me, chuckled and gestured for me to move to the passenger side, I complied, I didn't feel like arguing with him. I moved over and made myself comfortable, he got in and closed the door, his hair damp from the rain, naturally it was still raining, his musky aroma filled the car. I moved a little towards him so that I could lay my head on his broad shoulders, he put his arm around me and I felt at peace, I could never stay mad at him, he was my Jacob.

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