Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the corresponding books. A couple of paragraphs and thoughts are lifted straight from Eclipse, but I felt it necessary because this was how it should have went, dammit. I'm trying to write in what I thought should have gone on. Seriously, though. Jacob was the one. He always was supposed to be. Lol. This chapter is short, but I am updating quite frequently. Enjoy, and please don't forget to leave a review. Much love, xoxo.

Back to You

Chapter Two

Jacob kissed me passionately, and try as I might, I could not stop myself from responding.

He moved his hand from my face, and put in the small of my back, pushing me impossibly closer to him, but not close enough.

His other hand was on my neck, tracing small circles, and guiding my lips to his.

Our bodies were flush against each other, and I could feel a warmth blossoming inside me.

My mouth opened to accept his tongue, and it was amazing.

Jacob tasted like sunshine. Like hope, like love.

I needed him closer. For some reason, this did not feel like betrayal. It just felt right.

I put my arms around his neck, my hands buried in his hair, and kept kissing him.

Edward and I never kissed like this. He never allowed me to get this close.

Jacob was everywhere. The air was no longer cold – his heat was everywhere. I couldn't hear, or see, or feel, or think anything that wasn't Jacob.

But somehow, there was a tiny voice in my head screaming questions at me.

Why wasn't I stopping this? Worse than that, why couldn't I find in myself even the desire to want to stop? What did it mean that I didn't want him to stop? That my hands clung to his shoulders, and liked that they were wide and strong? That his hands pulled me too tight against his body, and yet it was not tight enough for me?

The questions were stupid, because I already knew the answer: I'd been lying to myself.

Jacob was right. He'd been right all along. He was more than just my friend. I was in love with him. Too. I loved him, and I've been denying it all this time.

I loved him, much more than I should, and yet, was it enough? Does this love surpass the one I have for Edward? Enough to hurt him? Enough to let him go and choose Jacob?

For one brief, never ending second, an entirely different path expanded behind the lids of my tear-wet eyes. It was as if I was looking through the filter of Jacob's thoughts. It was as if I could see what I could have, if I chose another path.

I could see Charlie and Renée mixed into a strange collage with Billy and Sam and La Push. I could see years passing, and meaning something as they passed, changing me, changing Jacob. I could see myself graduating, getting married on First Beach, to my best friend, my protector. For the tiniest fragment of that second, I saw the bobbing heads of two small, black-haired children, running towards me and to their father.

Jacob.

Jacob who was in front of me, who could clearly see this future that I was denying myself.

His lips stilled, and he rested his forehead against mine.

I opened my eyes, and he was staring at me with hope and wonder and elation.

"Do you see now, Bella? I could give you so much more."

And he was right.

He could.