Author Note::

Hey, I don't know if it sent an update to you guys, but the chapter 12 that you probably read, was an unedited one. I put the right one up, go back in read. It ends differently kinda lol.

Waking up in the morning to a sleeping Jake holding you was nothing compared to waking up with just any boyfriend; not that I ever had. The heat that radiated off his body and entrapping me in just like a sauna. And I wanted to roll around and just sigh.

I was curled up under his chin, both hands folding under my own, and him breathing in my hair with his arms holding me on his tiny ass bed.

I defiantly heard Billy rolling around in the living room, talking to someone.

Shit!

Immediately I started to get up, struggling with Jake's hold to get out and into some clothes. I only managed to get one arm off and two legs onto the floor before he woke up, and I realized that I had no other clothes. They got soaked in the water when I fell in the pond.

Eyes drifting downwards confirmed my assumptions; I was wearing Jake's shirt and boxers. Gross.

What if he wore these?

"Skeeter, what are you doin'," he mumbled, leaning on an elbow to hug me around the waist. All at once the terror and anxiety left me in a rush. It felt like everything would be fine. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder to turn and look at him. "Someone's here," I murmured, trying not to melt in his eyes. He smirked, like he knew that I was battling not to lay back down and kiss him into oblivion.

His eyes never left mine when he pulled the collar of my shirt down to press a kiss to my bare shoulder. Tingles flowed down my spine and back up again to make me shiver. No, his lips weren't cold. They were flaming hot, and just the simple act itself was just…so loving? Was that it?

They didn't stop there, but only travel up higher until they were on my neck, on my jaw…on my own lips. A squeak or something slipped from my lips when his forced my own open. I was shaking, trying to breathe through my nose and not break our lips. Somehow my hands wound into his hair, and he was pulling me onto his lap. His slid under my shirt, to press against my lower back, nice and hot. I moaned a bit, because it was chilly yes, but it was Jake touching me like this. It was so easy to have my lips glide over his.

"Jake is Laurel—" Embry's voice boomed through our bubble of heat and kisses.

Jake snarled, throwing me to the side of the bed and in front of me in a matter of seconds.

My heart was beating rapidly in my chest, it was chaos in it's finest form. Thank you Embry.

"What the fuck dude," Jake yelled, "don't you fucking knock?"

My eyes widened, never hearing Jake take that kind of tone with anyone. I put a hand on his shaking form. Almost simultaneously he stopped shaking. A sheet was being clutched to my chest, for God only knows why, so I let go and started to stand up. "Embry," I turned pinching the bridge of my nose, "knock next time. We'll be out in a second okay?"

He laughed, leaning on the door frame to glance between the two of us. Finally they landed on my legs. I looked down to, seeing why his smile only grew bigger.

I lifted Jake's shirt to my stomach where his boxers were riding low on my hips to prove I was wearing something.

"Okay, okay," he chuckled more before shutting the door behind him while he left.

Jake was getting off the bed and making his way around to come and hug me.

"You'll show Embry your stomach, but you won't show me," he whispered with a puppy pout. I laughed, taking a step back and put my hands on my hips.

"You're different Jake," I teased, "I show you, and you'll try to feel me up."

"Embry would too," he grumbled turning to go to his dresser. His left shoulder was to me, so I could see the giant blotch of Celtic tattoo-age. Almost on cue I bit my lip as it rippled over his muscle. Since when did his tattoo look so amazing? Where the hell have I been?

I tip-toed over to him, putting a hand on it and letting my fingers trail over it. It felt like it was heating over my touch.

"You wanna see my stomach," I sighed waiting for him to turn. When he did I smiled lifting the shirt again half way up my pale flesh. "See? Nothing much to look at. Just a small, pale white—" His hands were cupping my sides and running up and down. "Jake," I whined, "I told you you'd feel me up."

He chuckled in my ear before running them up by back in onto my shoulders. I smiled softly, winding my own arms around his waist. He started to pull away first, so my arms started to slacken, but then his hands came and gripped my waist. My really low waist. Pulling me up so our faces were level. Almost instantly my legs wound around his waist. "What the hell you doin'," I grumbled, holding onto his biceps for support. Very nice biceps.

"We're going into the living room remember," he smiled turning towards the door as if I weren't on his chest like a spider monkey.

"Wait," I flung an arm out to catch the wall before we left.

"What?"

"Have you ever…wore these boxers," I asked, feeling quite embarrassed.

He looked at them in concentration, almost as if he were trying to take them off with his mind or something.

"I don't think so. If I had, I didn't very long. I mean they were washed if I did. But being all wolfy doesn't really fit into wearing boxers."

I knitted my brows, trying to process what he was saying.

"Why does it matter," he inquired.

"Because it'd be weird if I wore them after you. Like…Oh God I don't even want to think how weird that is."

Realization crossed his face before he started to laugh, "It's not that bad Laurel. It could be worse."

I guess my face was screaming 'How?'.

"Bella could have worn them before you."

"EWW! Please tell me she didn't, dear GOD please tell me," I started to moan like the world was coming to an end.

He laughed starting towards the door again, "No she didn't, but it's worse right? And to be honest, I don't even think I've worn those before. So none of my 'men' cooties would be all up in your girly ones, okay?"

"I'm a woman thank you very much," I huffed burying my face in his neck.

"Mmmm," he sniffed my hair, "There's not much to deny there."

I felt myself blush, hiding my face more in his neck. At least he doesn't wear them often if he had. Since it didn't fit into being wolfy and all—.

"Jake," I whispered before he entered the living room. "What did you mean being all wolfy doesn't fit into wearing boxers?"

"That it's easier to take off a pair of something rather than two?"

I glanced at Embry to see he was smirking, and Billy was almost as lost as I was.

"Are you trying to tell me you guys go commando?"

Embry's bark of laughter answered it all.

Not only was I in for one weird relationship, but for awkward situations evidently.