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Chapter 13
Bella was devastated.
Edward had left her. Again.
But this time it wasn't for her own protection, it for a Disco Convention.
She understood his loyalty to Esme, and she fully supported the chance for Esme (or anyone for that matter) to kick Tanya's ass at the Disco Competition (or at anything else for that matter).
But Bella still found herself feeling hurt, even rejected.
Sure Edward tolerated her rough nipple play, but he was never really into it.
Left alone in the prison, free for her thoughts to wander...Bella found her mind returning to thoughts of her beloved Wolfman.
He was no Edward. He couldn't pull off the Khaki and sleeveless shirts like a Cullen, but yet...there was something about his rough ways and brute exterior that intrigued Bella. Jacob had a temper, Bella had seen him turn GREEN with rage with her own eyes.
But maybe...
She couldn't help but begin to imagine Jacob, still in his cut-off, frayed sweats...only now she envisioned him wearing a tan sweater. It would have to be tight. Very tight.
And in that moment, Bella could see it all. Her future with Jacob flashed before her eyes. They would have beautiful dark haired children, dressed head to toe in glorious khaki wonder. She imagined Charlie and Renee and Billy there as well, they could be a family united by khaki.
Jacob would never be overly cautious and push her away like Edward had. Jacob was not careful with her, he would embrace her nipple love. They would never be the same as Edward's nipples, but maybe she could learn to love them just as much.
In a world without chafing and a khaki-ban, Jacob would have been the one - her perfect counterpart.
Bella's thoughts were interupted by the clanging of the door to her cell.
There stood Jacob. He was not in khaki, but he was wearing a sweater. It was a shade of ivory so deep that it must have been as close to khaki as he could legally get by with.
"Hey Bells. We need to talk." Jacob said with a grin..