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Chapter 11

Jacob's POV

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Nessie, my Nessie. She was sound asleep, her curls falling on her face messily, her deep rhythmic breathing making her entire body move up and down. I could look at her for hours and not get bored. By now I knew every inch of her perfect face, the iridescent color of her white skin, the few freckles that adorned her nose, the almond color of her long eyelashes and the sweet pink of her lips. Just a few hours had passed since she last kissed me and yet I already missed her taste. I truly hated this little game she had started; because I knew she would never give in, too much of Bella's stubbornness in her. Maybe I really did need to learn my lesson; maybe I really was acting like a jerk. Either way, I couldn't shake of the feeling that wanting her the way I did was inappropriate.

She stirred a little and I knew she was close to waking up. It was now or never, so I took advantage of the fact that she was unconscious, leaned in and softly kissed her lips, feeling mine burn with the touch of hers, taking in the taste I'd missed so much. It wasn't half as amazing as when she kisses me back, but for now it would have to do. She stirred again and whispered "Jake." I smiled almost to myself; how did I get to be so lucky? Years ago I would have killed a man just to be able to hear Bells calling to me in her sleep, a privilege only the bloodsucker had; but now, I had to do absolutely nothing to hear my soul mate do it. Just hearing her say my name was enough to put me in a good mood, no matter what kind of torture she had in store for me.

I heard noise downstairs and then the smell of bacon and eggs. I got up and decided it would be idiotic to pretend I hadn't spent the night and walk in through the front door, so I just opened Ness' door and headed for the kitchen. It was the first time Bella ever acknowledged my presence in the morning (she wouldn't cook for anyone else), so I knew something was up.

When I came in she was standing next to the stove, holding a saucepan wearing gloves, so her smell wouldn't rub off, and flipping an omelet through the air. I sat down on the kitchen counter as she continued to cook.

"Hope you're hungry."

"You know me Bells… I'm always hungry. So… what's the occasion, are we done pretending I'm not here every morning?"

"Until Edward gets back… yes."

"What do you mean… where did he go?" – Bella was already serving the two omelets she made next to a cluster of bacon, a huge loaf of bread and some wild berries I'm sure she picked up in the woods.

"Well… remember the werewolf news that had Renesme all stirred up?"

I nodded as she passed me the plate.

"Turns out a few of them appeared in Alaska, were Tanya and her family are living… they sort of tried to attack them."

"What?!!! Are they alright?" – Bella wickedly smiled at my concern for the wellbeing of a bunch of leeches, to which I tickled her by poking her ribs. When she was done laughing she continued.

"Yes Jacob… your precious vampire friends are alright."

"I'm just concerned cuz they're Ness' family… that's all. You're the only bloodsucker I actually like."

"Oh… I'm honored."

"So what happened? And why is Edward gone?"

"Tanya said they fought but when they realized they were outnumbered, they retreated, something rather strange for werewolves, according to Carlisle. He and Edward flew up there to assess the situation and make sure they don't come back. Plus, during the fight they took one of the creature's arms off, so Carlisle wants to collect it and run some tests, just to see what we're dealing with. It's been a long time since werewolves have made any appearances, some even thought they were extinct; Carlisle wants to check if that's what they really are."

"Is this something we should worry about?" – Nessie's face was all over my brain, her safety concerning me. Bella understood my apprehension and smiled reassuringly.

"Not yet Jake… we've dealt with bigger things than this… don't worry."

"So, how're holding up without your sugar daddy? I'm surprised you didn't beg him not to go or go along with him."

"I didn't want to leave Renesme alone… and I don't beg." – I rolled my eyes at her.

"Yeah… sure." – She punched me in the arm, lightly for her but it still hurt like hell. She smiled when I winced with pain.

"Damn Bells… I miss the days when punching me meant breaking your hand." – I said this while rubbing the sore spot where I'd taken the blow.

"Oh… you mean when you had to force girls to kiss you?" – Both Bella and I started laughing at this; ironical enough, those memories were now happy ones.

"But seriously… are you ok?" – Although my initial question had been phrased as a joke, I really did want to know if she was alright, because I know firsthand how she gets without her leech. She gave me the kind of Bella smile that always makes me forget she's a vamp.

"Why do you think I cooked you breakfast… having you around calms me down, it always did."

"Glad to be of service." – I began to chug down the delicious breakfast while she cleaned the kitchen. I was already finishing my orange juice when Nessie came in, appraising the picture.

"This is new… where's dad?" – Bella glanced at me before answering.

"Oh… he just went up to Alaska to see your Aunt Tanya; they seem to have some information on that whole werewolf business."

"Information? What kind of information? Why would dad have to go get it?"

"They found some of them there; your father and grandpa thought it was best to do a thorough investigation… that's all. Now, I really don't want to discuss the matter any further, we'll have all the information once they get back, ok?"

"Ok, fine." – Nessie looked irritated with Bella's short and cutting answer, but seemed to let it go.

"So, are we done pretending?"

"Just until your dad gets back… you know how he is." – Nessie nodded and started walking back up to her room, probably to get ready for school. She didn't even kiss me hello; I watched her leave and just when I thought my day would be horrible, she turned around to look at me.

"Jake, would you drive me to school?"

"Sure. But I should probably run home and change first."

"Ok, I'll wait for you."

Once I was back, my Nessie came out through the front door and hopped in my car. She smelled so good that I had trouble concentrating. She was sitting crossed legged in the passenger seat, the skirt she was wearing rising up enough for me to see a little bit of skin above her knee. She was twirling a loose curl with her fingers while she talked to me about her Physics teacher getting in a fight with the principal in front of everyone. The story was pretty funny, especially the way Ness told it, but I just couldn't stop pining over that soft area of skin just above her knee.

"Professor Wilson's expression was hilarious; his face was all red from the yelling… "

"So is he fired now?"

"I hope not, he's a really good teacher and our principle is kind of a douche bag."

We arrived at the school parking lot and I got out and opened her door. As soon as she was out of the car, two girls came walking over.

"Hey Nessie!!!"

"Hey guys…" - The two girls stopped walking once they saw me, both of them blushed and looked at Nessie with an excited and inquiring stare. Nessie looked embarrassed by her friends' reaction to me.

"Um… so this is Jacob… Jake, this is Amanda and Laura."

"This is Jacob? Wow Nessie, you've been holding out on us." – I knew that one was probably Amanda, Nessie's best friend. The other one looked too quiet for Ness.

"It's really good to meet you Jacob… Nessie can't seem to shut up about you, now I can see why." – She winked at Nessie who was now beat red in the face. I was beginning to like this girl.

"Ok, don't you have to get to class Mandy?"

"So do you, now say goodbye and let's go." – The other girl Laura turned around and started walking away, but Amanda stood there with her arms folded over her chest, determined to watch us say goodbye. Leave it to Ness to be friends with such a freak. She was smiling at Nessie with a teasing half smirk, as if daring her to kiss me in front of her.

"Mandy…" – Nessie gave her a warning look, enough for Amanda to give up and turn around, but not before saying goodbye to me.

Nessie turned to look at me and I could still see she was embarrassed.

"Sorry about that."

"Why? Now it was your turn to show me off."

"Oh right… I guess I didn't do it properly."

"Your friends are still looking." - I bent down so that we were at eye level. – "You can still redeem yourself." – I tried to sound as seductive as possible, and it worked because Ness' heart rate increased exponentially. If she wanted to play this game, I would definitely not make it easy on her. My lips started searching hers but like the night before, she tilted her head down so that our foreheads were touching and I couldn't reach them.

"Kissing will only degrade our relationship." – She whispered, her voice so low it sent chills down my spine. I opened my eyes and found her looking at me with as much desire as the one I was feeling. Any second now she would give in; she had to, because I couldn't go to work like this.

"I never said kissing was wrong… thinking of other things is what's wrong." – I tried explaining myself one more time; surely she would see the logic in my feelings.

"Well I can't kiss you and not think those things… and thinking of you that way is wrong Jacob Black, you deserve more." – She was completely mocking me and actually enjoying this. I decided on a different approach, so I started tracing kisses from her neck to her jaw line, not even caring that everyone was watching. I felt her shiver under my touch.

"Ness… would you just let this go and kiss me." – I whispered, as my lips continued to make their way up.

"Not if you still feel the same… do you?"

I didn't answer her, I couldn't, because to say "no" would be to lie to her, something I couldn't do… but to say "yes" was to have her push me away again.

"That's what I thought." – She said, as she moved her face away from me once more. I finally gave up and stood up straight.

"I just hope you know how much you're making me suffer."

"Good, I'm counting on it…" – She turned around and without another word went inside the school building. I felt like a junkie without his dose of drugs. How I'd been able to survive the time when our relationship was still platonic was beyond me. I needed to touch her, feel her, kiss her. Maybe she was right, maybe there's nothing wrong with my feelings. Part of having an imprint is always wanting what's best for her, so how could I actually be feeling something that would hurt her, corrupt her? I felt confused and needed to get an outside opinion, but whose? This isn't the sort of thing I talk to Billy about, my best friend is in love with a 6 year old and has no clue what this feels like, and my other best friend can't actually be objective considering it's her daughter the one I want to ravage.

All throughout work I kept thinking of people I could ask for advice. I was getting desperate to the point where I even considered talking to Emmet, but God knows what kind of sick twisted things he'd say to me if I opened up to him. And then it finally hit me, feeling stupid for not having thought of him before: Sam. Apart from Billy and Carlisle, he was the closest thing I had to a father figure, and even though I run my own pack now, I still think of him with tremendous respect. If anyone could help me it would be him. So when my lunch break came up, I hurried out of the workshop and raced my car to La Push. As I approached Sam and Emily's little cabin I started to feel knots in my stomach; I'm definitely not good with revealing my feelings to strangers, I have it hard enough with the whole "pack mind" without having to go around and actually doing it on purpose. I got out of the car and hesitated for a moment, because I had no idea what I would say to him. I could smell cinnamon and flour, so I knew at least Emily was home, cooking. "Be a man" I encouraged myself. I finally made it to the front door and knocked, I knew if Sam was home he probably knew it was me since before I got out of the car, but I still needed to be polite.

"Come in." – Emily's soft voice answered. When I went inside I found her in the kitchen, wearing a flour covered apron over a long native dress, with her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail and slippers. If I hadn't spent so much time in this house and seen her in her nightgown several times, I would have felt like I was invading her privacy. As soon as she saw me a brilliant smile spread across her beautiful scarred face.

"Jacob!!! It's been a while since you've come to visit!!! I'm making cookies for Sam's pack, tell me what you think." – There was already a huge basket full of homemade cinnamon cookies sitting on the counter, so I took one and started eating. Emily's cooking is by far the best I've ever tasted.

"So?"

"Really good, you think Sam would take me back in his pack?" – Emily laughed at my joke and started filling a smaller basket with the cookies that had just come out of the oven. When she was finished she handed it to me.

"Here… we all belong to the same pack."

"Thanks Emily. So where's Sam?" – I knew he was in the bedroom, because I could smell him, but again, it seemed polite to ask.

"Hello Jacob." – Sam came in looking like he had been taking a nap. He went over to Emily and sweetly kissed her scar and then her forehead, before turning his attention to me.

"Hey Sam… I kind of feel awkward coming here, but I need some advice." – I thought I'd go straight to the point, considering I was expected back at work. Sam nodded, kissed Emily once more, this time on the lips, and started heading for the door, signaling me to follow.

We walked for a bit until we reached a woodsy part of their property where Sam had arranged some sitting logs in a circle, so we sat down. I was nervous and I knew Sam could tell.

"It's alright Jacob… I know we're not in the same pack anymore, but I still consider you a brother… you can trust me… so tell me, what's wrong?" – His words gave me all the assurance I needed to go on.

"Ok, here's the thing Sam… you know how much I love Nessie, since she was a baby, and up until now my feelings for her have been nothing but pure." – I took in a deep breath to continue. – "But since our relationship turned romantic… I've been… well… I've been looking at her differently…" – I didn't want to spell it out but was afraid Sam would make me.

"So what you're saying is that you feel sexually attracted to her, yes?"

I nodded, far too ashamed and embarrassed to speak.

"And that is a problem because?"

"Because it's wrong… I shouldn't be having these thoughts, I don't want to turn her into some object; I don't want to treat her like any other horny boyfriend would… our love should go beyond that… I'm cheapening our relationship." – My words sounded immature, like some punk kid complaining, and I thought maybe Sam would just dismiss my worries as trivial and insignificant. He took in a deep breath and smiled at me, sympathetically.

"From the beginning I knew this would be difficult for you… just as I know it will be difficult for Quil. It's not natural to watch the person you'll mate with grow up, just as it is not natural to transition from older brother to boyfriend. I am assuming you feel like it's your job to protect her from men with bad intentions and now you think you've become one of them, like you've seen her almost all her life as your little innocent girl and that now by thinking of her that way you are somehow ending that innocence."

Sam was right on the money. I instantly felt understood, as though my worries were not ridiculous, because someone else could comprehend them. Sam fell silent after his spot on summary and I desperately waited for him to speak out the solution. A minute passed, enough to drive me crazy, and I realized I was going to have to drag it out of him.

"Ok… so what do I do? Am I right to feel this way?"

"Jacob… all I can tell you is that imprinting is a sacred and magical occurrence, you are connected to her as she is connected to you. Have you ever been far away from her and sensed or even known that she was in some sort of distress?"

"Yes, of course… but what does that have to do with this?" – I was getting angry; couldn't the damn dog just spit it out?

"Jacob, we are programmed to give our imprints what they need, programmed to make them happy, programmed to always protect them."

"Again, I know all this."

"If you do, then why would you believe your feelings are wrong, when you could never feel something incorrect towards her?"

"So are you saying I should give in to this?" – It seemed scandalous what he was proposing.

"No Jacob, I am certainly not saying you should give in to your desires, at least not all of them… but you need to accept them and understand that if you are feeling this, it is only because your relationship has evolved. We all need physical contact to show our love in some way, it is only natural."

"So thinking of her that way is ok?"

"Do you love her?"

"More than my own life." – I'd heard that line many times in cheesy movies, but I said it anyway. It's not cheesy when it's the truth.

"Well then, you just answered your own question… you're just appreciating her, loving her in a whole new way."

I needed to ask him something, but was afraid I'd be crossing the line. I stayed quiet for a minute or two, debating on whether to ask. I needed to know of his own personal experience; it would be the only way I'd be able to accept my feelings, to know that it's normal, that I'm not some pervert. Finally I decided to give it a shot.

"Sam… what was it like with Emily?"

"Listen Jake… when I imprinted, I went crazy over Emily, in every way; still am. That's all I can tell you." – It wasn't nearly as detailed as I would have wanted his answer to be, but it was enough; enough to understand that loving her meant also wanting her physically, my Nessie had gotten it right all along "it just comes with the territory." We stayed silent for a couple more minutes until I knew there was nothing else I could ask him, that wasn't embarrassing of course.

"Ok… well… I have to get back to work… thanks Sam; I really needed to talk to someone." – He got up and I followed. He shook my hand and patted me on the shoulder.

"Thank you for choosing me, Jacob."

Nessie's POV

I felt horrible, like a lousy girlfriend. His face when I wouldn't kiss him today was devastating to me. I wasn't sure how long I could keep this up or if it was even remotely working. Maybe I was pressuring him; maybe he would work things out on his own time. I was too busy thinking about my predicament that I didn't even notice when the bell rang for lunch.

"Over here Ness!!!" – Amanda called to me, already seating at a table with her plate full of spaghetti and meat balls. Just the sight of her food made me nauseous. I never eat at school, saying that I'm on a special diet and only eat at home. Once in a while I'll have just some plain bread so people don't think I'm anorexic or something; bread being one of the few human foods I can stomach easily. As soon as I sat down, Amanda pushed her plate away and leaned towards me.

"So… Jacob." - She said, in a very seductive voice, while tilting up one of her eyebrows.

"What about him?" - I really wasn't in the mood for Amanda's teasing, but really couldn't push her away.

"What do you mean "what about him"? He's gorgeous!!! I mean, his bicep is the size of my head!!!"

"Yeah, he works out." – Not to mention he turns into a wolf every night making him super strong and ageless.

"My God Nessie… how come you kept him hidden all this time, afraid someone would snatch him away? And how come you never told me how good looking he is?"

"Well, that's not really what's important… but anyway, I've told you everything else."

"Yeah, I know… he's funny, charming, good with cars, brave, spontaneous…" – She was clasping both hands to her chest, looking up at the sky dreamily as if imitating me when I speak of him. – "Blah, blah, blah… you forgot to add, super hot!!!"

I had to laugh. Amanda is probably the only woman on Earth who could refer to Jacob in that way and not have me want to kill her. Maybe because I trust her enough to know that she would never really be interested in someone that was with me.

"So, now that I've seen him… I can't help but wonder… how far have you two gone? I mean, he looks a lot older Ness." – This time she wasn't joking, she seemed sincerely concerned.

"Well, he is… but we haven't done anything." – I really didn't want to get into this; it seemed way too personal to be discussing with her, even if she is my best friend.

"Wow."

"Wow, what?"

"Wow that a guy that good looking and older wouldn't pressure you into sleeping with him. He must really love you. Not that any guy in his right mind wouldn't."

I smiled at Amanda for her compliment and realized just what a fool I've been. I should feel happy that Jake is so worried about keeping our relationship pure; if he's having a difficult time with his feelings it's because he loves me, nothing more. And although I know his concerns are unreasonable, I shouldn't make it harder on him. I needed to see him, tell him I'm sorry and promise him I'd be patient, no matter how silly his concerns could be. I could deal with his mood swings and deal with him feeling guilty, if that meant supporting him. We have an entire lifetime to work things out, eternity to find the right balance; I could wait for him to make up his mind, to figure things out.

The bell rang again and I suddenly had the uncontrollable desire to skip school and go find him. Amanda had already gotten up and started walking to class. Halfway through the cafeteria she turned to look at me, because I hadn't moved an inch.

"Hey, come on, we'll be late for English."

"I… I have to go."

"What? Go where? Are you ok?"

"I'm sorry Mandy, can you say I got sick and went home or something? Please, there's something I need to do!!!"

"Ness, can't you do it later? You can't just leave, you'll get in trouble."

"Please Mandy, just say I got sick and went home… I'll deal with detention, ok?"

"Ok… but… is everything all right?" – Amanda was looking at me worried, a huge crease forming in between her eyebrows. I could tell my sudden outburst had her confused.

"Yeah, everything is great!!! I just really have to go; I'll call you later, bye!!" – I was already running out, unfortunately having to use human speed. However, once I reached the parking lot and realized there was no one outside, I blasted off using my full potential. I decided to go through the woods so nobody would notice me. When I was close enough, I went out into the street and walked the rest of the way. My heart started pumping louder once I saw in the distance the neon sign that read "Classic Motors".

"Hello, can I help you?" - A large man with a trucker hat and a greased up white t-shirt was sitting in the entrance to the workshop, smoking a cigarette. – "I'm sure you're looking for the office… it's though there, big glass door … Tiffany will take care of you."

"Um… I'm actually looking for someone here in the garage, Jacob Black?"

"Oh… yeah, I think he's inside, under the black Camaro."

I hurried inside. This was actually the first time I'd ever seen Jacob's workplace. The workshop was huge, with lifts and machinery everywhere. In the front was a garage where all the restored cars were parked, awaiting client pick-up. There was a guy not much older than Jake giving the cars one last polish; he almost dropped the cloth he had in his hand when he saw me. The way he was staring at me was making me rather uncomfortable, so I just kept on walking as if I actually knew where I was going. I was so nervous I couldn't really find Jacob's scent, especially through all the combined harsh smells of the space: motor oil, gasoline, thinner and worst of all, male body odor. I heard banging and twirling noises and figured that was the right way to go, so I headed in the direction of the noise, reaching a space with several cars in diverse stages of progress.

A group of older men were dismantling a vehicle and stopped once I came into view. One of them headed towards me, wiping his forehead with a dirty washcloth.

"Hello pretty lady… I think you might be in the wrong place." – The man was looking at me up and down and I suddenly became very aware that I was standing in a room full of men and wearing a somewhat short skirt. It wasn't that I felt scared, I could take on the lot of them without breaking a sweat, but their suggestive glances made me very uneasy. "You can take down a mountain lion" I told myself, giving myself the confidence I needed.

"I'm looking for Jacob Black."

"You his girlfriend?"

"Yes." – The man turned to look at the others and they all chuckled.

"Now, how does a Tee-Pee Creeper, Wahoo Indian Nit like him end up with a pretty girl like you?" – His words were completely offensive, I knew that some people were prejudice against Native Americans, but I'd never heard anyone refer to Jake in such a derogatory way.

"I don't know… how does a middle aged man end up with a receding hair line, bad body odor and a belly full of fat?" – In all my life, I had never been as disrespectful to anyone as I'd just been with this man. I could see my dad, the master of etiquette, growling at me with shame. This was beyond me, completely unlike my usual character. But in that moment, I would have gladly killed the jerk, would have enjoyed ripping each one of his limbs apart and drinking him dry. He was now looking at me with a mixture of embarrassment as well as fear, the first because I had humiliated him in front of his pals and the second because I could feel a vibration in my chest that could only have been a growl. I couldn't hear anything or see anything besides the chubby balding racist. How dare he disrespect my Jacob!!! This man had no clue of whom he was referring to, Jacob Ephraim Black, chief of his tribe, alpha of his pack, a brave and fearless warrior and a direct descendant of Native royalty. This man would piss his pants and keel over and die of fear if he was faced with only half of the things Jake has taken on.

I could feel the burning thirst in my throat and knew I was in trouble… correction, knew he was in trouble. He started backing away, like he could sense something was very off about me.

"Get back to work Jones… are you alright miss, was he bothering you?" – The voice brought me somewhat back to reality, although the thirst was still very much there. I started breathing through my mouth; maybe if I didn't sense any blood the craving would go away. I turned to look at the man who had spoken. He was somewhat tall, built, with a shaven head, his face features hard but likable and he looked and smelled cleaner than the others. He walked toward me and put his hands to his waist, waiting for my answer.

"Um… I'm looking for Jacob Black". – It was the only thing I could say at this point that wouldn't bring back the rage I had felt a second ago. My voice came out constricted, the burning still very much present in my throat. The man seemed to relax a bit once he saw I was fine and didn't accuse his employee of anything.

"Oh… are you Nancy?"

"Nessie."

"Oh yes, sorry… Nessie. Well hello, I'm Jacob's boss… and I suspect you're the reason he's been skipping afternoons, am I right?" – The man didn't seem angry, just amused, so I answered "yes" hoping my confession wouldn't get Jake in trouble.

"I thought so, he's always talking about you and to tell you the truth, his excuses have been sort of lame. I really don't care though; he's my best mechanic, golden hands on that boy!!!" – I heard the jerk and his pals scoff at what he said. They probably hated the fact that someone they considered inferior and also younger was actually doing a better job than them and getting far more praise. The idea gave me great pleasure, so much that I was able to shake of the anger and smile. I turned to smile at the jerk who just looked away, sulking.

"It's very nice to meet you." – I said while extending my hand toward him, my manners miraculously returning to me.

"Likewise young lady… so, Jacob is through there, he's working on a black Camaro, be sure to tap him on the leg because he's always listening to music; doubt he'll hear you."

Jake's boss shook my hand again and headed for the entrance, while I made my way to the far end of the garage. As I walked it occurred to me that this time maybe I could really sneak up on him, maybe this time I could really beat him at the game we've played since forever. I had the best chances I could ever have, because with headphones on and the harsh smells of the garage, it would be difficult to sense me coming. Once I reached the last room, I started searching for the Camaro. I found it quickly and sure enough, there was Jake lying on the ground underneath the car with just his legs sticking out. I stood there for a moment, contemplating my Jake doing what he does best… well, one of the things he does best. I debated on how to sneak up on him, the position he was in not allowing me to be very creative. So I went for something simple and just took him by his ankles and pulled him with great force out of the car, landing on top of him once his entire body was out. The face he had on was priceless, pure and utter surprise unlike anything he could ever fake.

"What the f… Ness?" – I started giggling uncontrollably; finally after 6 years of trying, I had won.

Jacob took off his headphones, still looking at me stunned; I smile subtly curving his lips.

"I won." – I said, smiling down at him. His subtle smile turned into a huge grin and he started laughing.

"You sure did!!! You scared the crap out of me!!! What are you doing here?!!!"

"I wanted to surprise you."

"Well mission accomplished Ness… I did not see that one coming!!!" – I continued to giggle in satisfaction.

"So, am I the best?"

"No, I'm the best… but today was good." – I smacked him on the head and he started laughing. -"Ok, ok, you're the best."

"Thanks."

"So you came all this way and ditched school by the way, just to sneak up on me?" – Up until that moment I had forgotten the reason why I was here, what with almost having killed one of his coworkers and then the excitement of surprising him.

"I had to tell you something… and it couldn't wait till later."

"I have to tell you something too." – Before I could speak, Jacob pulled me toward him, so that I was no longer just sitting on top of him but lying on him, and wheeled the surface he was on back under the car, so we were hidden from sight.

Once we were both under the Camaro, he started kissing me. Even if my plan would have still been in place, there was no way I could have dodged his kiss, because the space was so cramped it was hard to move. His kiss was amazing, like he was making up for all the kisses I had deprived him of. I felt the sweet taste of his tongue and knew I was an idiot for voluntarily having avoided its touch… never again. I kissed him back with the same enthusiasm, not really caring if we'd get caught. Jacob was breathing hard and kissing me harder, his hands caressing my back, my neck, my legs. I was shivering with pleasure now, completely afraid of the moment when he would pull back, the moment that was sure to come. So I was surprised when he didn't stop and continued to kiss me. By this time in a kiss, he would have already stopped and put on a guilty face. We'd never kissed for this long without him ending it saying it was "wrong" or "inappropriate." What had happened? He seemed completely at ease and not at all conflicted with this. Had my plan worked?

After several more minutes it was obvious we both needed to breathe so we pulled back, our faces just an inch from each other. Jacob was smiling brilliantly, not a trace of remorse or shame, just happiness, like when we kissed for the first time.

"What's gotten into you mister?"

"I realized my girlfriend was right… that I was acting like a jerk."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"So no more feeling guilty or pushing me away or your horrible mood swings?" – I was skeptical.

"Nope."

"Are you sure?"

"Ness… what would it take for you to believe me?"

"I can think of a few things." – I said this while leaning in closer, searching for his lips, missing them already. Jake kissed me one more time; I could feel his lips smiling against mine.

"Ness… just one thing… maybe we should continue this later… I don't want to get fired."

"You won't, your boss likes me… and he says you have "golden hands", says you're his best mechanic."

"What? Who told you this?"

"He did, I met him a minute ago. Since I'm pretty you've been forgiven for skipping to be with me." – Jacob laughed at this and started wheeling us out from under the car. Thankfully no one saw us and Jake started leading me toward the exit.

We were walking hand in hand when I saw the jerk again, still dismantling a car. Once we were already out of the workshop I thought about the jerk again and I couldn't help myself, so I let go of Jake's hand.

"Wait here… I forgot something back there." - Jacob looked puzzled but didn't follow.

When I returned and started walking straight towards him, the man stopped what he was doing and looked at me with confusion, more so when I placed my hand on his cheek. I projected the vision of something attaching him, ripping his limbs of and drinking his blood, I purposely made the vision somewhat blurry so he couldn't really tell what or who it was, but clear enough that his eyes filled with horror.

"Next time you insult Jacob, think about this." - I projected. When I was sure he got the message, I took my hand of his sweaty cheek and turned back toward the exit and Jake. The man just stood there paralyzed by the terror the vision had caused him.

"What did you forget?"

"Oh, I just forgot to thank someone who helped me find you." – I hate lying to Jake, but I knew that the truth would worry him too much, because part of keeping ourselves safe is keeping our secret intact, not revealing our true identities to anyone. I however wasn't worried; because I scared the man so much I was sure he wouldn't be telling anyone about what he'd seen or about me.

Jacob smiled at me and leaned in to kiss me again.

"Baby, I still have two more hours to go, but… do you want me to take you home?"

"It's ok Jake… I can run back home. Just hurry when you're done ok?"

"Why?"

"Well, under the car you said we'd "continue this later"." – Jacob started shaking his head from side to side, smiling in amusement.

"You're trouble Ness."

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PS: I've been spelling "Carlyle" instead of "Carlisle". Both are correct spellings for that name but Stephenie spells it "Carlisle" so i apologize for my mistake and promise to spell it correctly from now one. :)