Chapter 7 You Don't Think That I Could?
Jake was nervous as they saw three members of the pack waiting for them patiently, but he relaxed slightly when he recognized them.
"It'll probably be better if you don't say anything. They'll just think that you're somehow mesmerizing me into this with your beautiful voice or something dumb like that."
"You don't think that I could?" Edward whispered softly, his golden-honey eyes smoldering with hidden-passion.
He smiled when Jacob actually stumbled, stopping for a moment as he shivered, his heartbeat accelerating quickly.
"Don't do that," he complained, panting as he started toward Sam, Embry and Quill again.
"You'll give me a heart attack."
"Sorry," he apologized, licking his lips deliberately, tormenting him playfully.
"Edward!" he half-hissed half-whispered.
"This conversation is going to be hard enough already without me turned-on. Please stop."
"Sorry," he said again, his eyes filled with silent-laughter.
Jacob sighed, rolling his eyes as they got closer to the pack, punching him on the arm playfully, surprised when Edward pushed him back into a tree, his golden eyes shining with mirth.
"So you want to play, do you?"
He laughed, shoving him back away from him carefully, taking his hand again.
"Later. I have to talk to Sam now."
"Right," Edward sighed regretfully. "Come on, then."