A/N: Hello there! I'm sorry that this turned out to be a day late, BUT, I do have an excuse, I decided to make it a little longer. So I really hope you all like it. Thank you so much for the reviews, I replied to them all, except for the anonymous ones. Speaking of my anonymous reviewers, if you guys have a question, let me know and I'll answer it here. And to those of you who have your PM disabled, feel free to ask me a question too.
Also, this chapter is named after a U2 song. So credit goes to them for the title.
Anyway, with further ado.
Chapter 13: Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me
For a whole three hours I sat on my bed, patiently awaiting Jacob's arrival. His shirt which he'd handed to me in class, lay upon my study desk next to my homework, constantly reminding me that everything he'd said to me earlier was real.
When I'd gotten home from school, I was indeed a nervous wreck. My knees had been so weak, that climbing the stairs proved difficult. Once inside my room, I'd stared at my reflection in the mirror, and I was shocked to find that my face was redder than it had ever been. Luckily for me, my parents were out or else there would've been a lot of questioning.
To think that a person of the male sex, who I found so incredibly attractive, could do this to me, was unbelievable. He hadn't even really done anything, except kiss my cheek twice, though he was half-naked so that may have made the situation more exciting for me…
So the memory of him holding me close just kept spinning around in my head all day long, when I should've been wondering why he'd left me alone in the classroom so abruptly. Stripping off your shirt, and telling someone you have to be somewhere, hardly made any sense.
Speaking of Jacob, it was a quarter past twelve and he still hadn't arrived. What if he decided he wasn't in the mood anymore? Or what if he'd just said that to me in class as an excuse to leave? There were so many possibilities, but I didn't want to think anymore. It was making me feel bad.
Though one thing wouldn't leave my mind, and it caused my heart to sink. What if Jacob had a girlfriend? I could picture them holding hands, hugging, cuddled up on a sofa together. Then the more painful images assaulted my brain; I could see them kissing, her fingers in his hair, his hands on her waist… and I forced myself to stop picturing him with another woman. It made me feel strange, in a bad way of course.
Slipping out of bed, I stood in the middle of my room, contemplating whether or not I should just shut my window and get to sleep. Besides, I was freezing in just my grey sweats and white t-shirt. Jacob wasn't coming anyway, I was just hoping he'd turn up.
But before I could do anything, my purple curtains swayed as an enormous body jumped through my window, causing me to jump back with fright. It wasn't everyday a huge guy with abs you could fry eggs on entered your room in that particular way.
"Hey," he whispered hoarsely.
"Uh hi," I managed to say. Staring at him with wide eyes, as my heart almost burst out of my chest.
Jacob looked even more beautiful in the dim light of my room, every muscle on his half-naked body glistening with sweat as he breathed heavily. His long locks cascaded over his shoulders, sticking to his damp skin, while I so badly wanted to run my hands through the silky heaven.
By the looks of things, it seemed as though he'd just ran a marathon… barely clothed. If he thought that spending time around me in nothing but a pair of cut offs that hung very loosely on his hips was acceptable, it wasn't.
How was a girl like me supposed to remain calm around a guy like him if he continued to look like that? Hadn't he seen the way girls look at him during class, and almost everywhere he went? Surely he had. So why was he always shirtless around me? La Push wasn't exactly warm.
Taking a step closer to me, he gulped. "I'm sorry I took so long."
"It's okay," I said in a small voice. Still not completely relaxed in his presence, I'd never had a guy in my room.
"There were things I had to do, I was busy," he explained. "I shouldn't have made you wait, you've got school tomorrow."
I sat down on the edge of my bed, because my knees were too weak to keep me up. "You've got school too," I pointed out.
Taking a few more steps closer to me, he sighed. "I can't go tomorrow."
At that, I perked up. "W-Why?."
"Because I've got some errands to run," he told me, a remorseful look on his face. "But I'll see you at the bonfire on Saturday."
Although Jacob was telling me nothing but the truth, I still didn't fully understand what he was saying. It was like he was telling me everything, but hiding everything at the same time. It caused a lot of confusion on my part.
"You can't keep skipping school Jake, your grades will drop."
Dropping to his knees in front of me, his eyes were now level with mine due to his height. "That's an exaggeration Nee, I hardly skip school."
"Yes you do, almost every week there's a day you don't show up," I told him, but as soon as the words left my mouth I instantly regretted them. I'd just revealed to him that I actually notice when he's absent… very smooth Nina, very smooth.
But Jacob didn't seem to notice, instead he yawned, making me realize that he was obviously very tired. "Well then I guess I've become so used to skipping that I don't realize, honey."
His deep brown eyes stared into mine, and although his eyelids were drooping with sleep, so many emotions flashed through them. The three I was sure I saw were; want, need and devotion. Though none of them made any sense to me.
Then suddenly, I remembered that night I was carried home and put to bed. I'd felt so many emotions in the strangers arms, that what I saw in Jacobs eyes reminded me of it. I couldn't keep it in anymore, I had to ask him, it was now or never.
"Jacob," I started, my stomach doing somersaults. "Can I ask you something?."
"Of course Nee," he replied sleepily, resting his hands on my knees. "Anything."
Before I lost the courage, I blurted it out. "Was it you who took me home that night?."
He stared at me for a long moment, before standing up to his full height. Running a shaky hand through his hair, he took a deep breath. "Yes."
Relief washed over me as my assumptions were proved right, it was him. "Why didn't you tell me?," I asked. Craning my neck to look up into his face.
"I didn't think you'd remember," he said quickly, sitting down next to me on the bed. The mattress squeaking under his weight. "You never brought it up."
Which was true, I hadn't, but why keep something like that to yourself? I know I would've told him if it were the other way around. Not to mention that he'd actually been on my bed before tonight, he'd slept with me!
I turned to look at him. "Jacob you… you slept with me."
At that his cheeks turned a dark shade of pink as he stared down at his hands on his lap. "You wanted me to," he said quietly.
"But I was half-asleep and possibly drunk, I didn't know what I was saying," I argued. Not because I was angry with him, but because I didn't understand him.
His eyes hardened as they met mine once again. "So you're saying that if you had been sober, you wouldn't have wanted me to lay next to you?."
"I.. don't know," I said. Embarrassed to tell him the honest truth.
"So I'm in the wrong here?," he asked, sounding angered. "You're saying that I was taking advantage of you in your drunken state?."
My jaw dropped. "Jacob I didn't mean it like that."
"Well you didn't really give me a meaning did you? All you said was that you don't know, how am I supposed to take that?."
Jacob was angry, irritated and hurt. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to deal with him feeling like this, it upset me, but this wasn't something I was used to. Not to mention I had never seen him this way, and I was sorry for what I'd said to him.
The bed shook slightly beneath us, as he stared at me, waiting for me to speak. A droplet of sweat ran down his neck, over his chest as the heat from his body doubled for the second time today. His natural musky scent growing stronger, invading my nostrils.
"Jacob, can you just calm down," I whispered, watching him carefully.
He shivered as he ran a hand over his handsome face. "So you didn't want me that night? You didn't want me to hold you, to comfort you, to put you to sleep? That was all just in my head?."
"It's not like that," I mumbled. Staring down at my knees, an awkwardness arising between us.
"That night in my house, you slept with me then, but you were sober. Did you not want that?," he questioned.
Looking up to meet his eyes, blood rushed to my face at his question. "I did.. want that."
His eyebrows pulled together as he studied my face. "So that night, did you or didn't you want me to sleep with you?."
Of course I had wanted him then, even in my drunken state. Everything about him I yearned for, needed, wanted, but sitting here next to him in the quietness of my room made me nervous. Especially when he was so keen on knowing the truth.
If Kara was watching us now, she'd probably think Jacob was acting rather strangely. Since most guys wouldn't really care about what you wanted, unless they were completely devoted to you. Then again, most guys don't jump into a girls window at night.
Except for Jacob.
"Uh," I started lamely, losing myself in the dark chocolate orbs that were his eyes. "Yeah."
Scooting closer to me, he brought a hand up to my cheek, stroking it. "Yeah you did, or yeah you didn't?," he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Realizing we were in such close proximity together, my breathing turned shallow as my heart hammered against my chest. Our thighs were touching, and our faces were inches apart, that I could taste his sweet breath on my tongue. While his natural musky scent filled the room, making me dizzy with need for him.
"Yeah I did," I answered automatically. His closeness affecting me both physically and mentally.
His forehead touched mine, slick with sweat, as he ran his thumb over my cheekbone. "I wanted to sleep with you too," he breathed, placing his free hand on my knee.
"Jake," I sighed. My whole body shaking with excitement and nervousness, the feeling of his hand on my knee causing electric jolts to spread through my veins.
Was this what love felt like? Because I don't recall anyone describing it as this intense.
His nose brushed over mine, while he tightened his hold on my knee. "Nee," he murmured, his warm breath tickling my lips.
Things were only becoming more and more intense, that I found it impossible not to touch him anymore. Hesitatingly, I placed my hands on either side of his waist, reveling in the feel of the warmth and softness of his dark skin.
Jacob leaned in to my touch as he let out shaky breath, his forehead no longer pressed to mine but to my shoulder. Gazing down at him, his long silky hair flowing over his shoulders and back, I realized how intimate this would look to an outsider.
And I also realized how much more intimate I wanted this moment to be, no matter how high my moral standards were. But, I was also very aware of how shaky and nervous I was. In fact, to put it simply, I was terrified.
I've never been this close to a guy, not that I've never had male friends before, but it was nothing like my friendship with Jacob. Now I was actually starting to wonder whether I could even call this a 'friendship', after all, friends don't get this close do they?
Slowly, hoping I wasn't taking a step too far, I began to rub his sides. His skin was soft, yet thick with muscle, and I wondered what the rest of his body would feel like. However I knew that I wouldn't have the courage to touch him anywhere else, though I wondered if he'd let me.
"Jake?," I whispered, his head suddenly feeling very heavy on my shoulder for some reason.
No answer.
"Jake, are you okay?."
Once again, no answer.
As carefully as I could, I pressed my hands to his abdomen—yes, where his bulging six-pack lay— and pushed him away from me, gently. I expected him to say something, or maybe even apologize for not hearing me when I'd spoken, but much to my surprise, he fell backwards onto the bed. Obviously in a very deep sleep.
To say he looked cute would've been an understatement, he looked unbelievably adorable. The content look on his face made him look years younger, and the small smile on his lips caused my heart to swell with love.
Deciding that he needed his sleep, I made sure my bedroom door was locked before crawling onto the bed to lay next to him, but not against him, that would be an invasion of his personal space. Although I wished I was wrapped up in his strong arms.
So laying vertically on my bed next to the love of my life, I fell asleep as a cool breeze blew in from my open window.
Dreaming only of him.
Friday morning, I woke up alone in my bed, and found myself wondering whether it had all been just a dream. There was no evidence that he'd been in my room except for the open window, and a distinct musky smell.
At school, I decided not to tell Kara about Jacob visiting me the night before. I knew she'd think it was strange, and inappropriate, so instead I settled for telling her about him appearing in my Art class. To my relief, she didn't see anything wrong with him giving me his shirt, she'd said it was hot— one of her favorite words.
When I'd gotten home that evening, I couldn't help but feel guilty about keeping things from Kara. She was my best friend, and I knew in my heart that she wouldn't keep anything from me if she were in my place. However, like I'd said before, Jacob was different.
Saturday rolled around quicker than I thought it would, and by the time the clock struck seven, I was pacing around my bedroom, wondering how I'd sneak out without my parents or Joey noticing.
It was funny how one knock on our front door, solved my problem.
"Sue Clearwater?," I said in surprise, though it came out as a question.
She smiled brightly at me. "Hello Nina, how are you?."
"G-Good," I stuttered, stepping backwards. "Come in."
"Thank you," she said, once I shut the door behind her and took her coat. "Is your mother home?."
I nodded. "Yeah, she's on the phone at the moment. I'll let her know you're here."
Sue grabbed my arm as I turned on my heel. "Nina dear, don't you think now would be a good time to leave?," she asked behind me.
Turning around to face her, I frowned. "Leave?."
"Yes, you're not going to bail on Jacob or you?."
"No, but-." I bit my lip. "My parents…"
She took my hands in hers, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Don't you worry about them now, I'll take care of that. Now hurry before they see you."
Giving Sue a quick hug, I thanked her before slipping out of the house.
The cold air hit me as soon as I was outside, and I mentally scolded myself for not throwing on a cardigan before leaving. So considering my brown button-down shirt and jeans weren't going to keep me warm, I let my hair down, before walking as fast as I could to First Beach.
Jacob must've sent Sue over, there was no other explanation for that. What puzzled me was why she did it, they weren't even related. Then again, what did I know? Maybe she was his aunt or perhaps she was close to his family. There were so many unanswered questions.
Normally on a night like this, I'd be very excited to see Jacob, and I'd be in one of my giddy moods. But for some reason I wasn't, I could tell that tonight wouldn't be like any of the other nights I'd spent with him, and the thought scared me a little.
First Beach was pretty much deserted when I arrived, though I could see a bonfire a little further down, no doubt the one I was invited to.
Butterflies immediately assaulted my stomach, while my heart picked up its pace as I spotted the one and only, Jacob Black. He was speaking to his father, whilst the rest of the group sat around the fire, talking and laughing together.
As usual, he looked as beautiful as ever in jeans and a black fitted t-shirt. His long, silky locks were pulled back at the nape of his neck, and I was instantly reminded of Thursday night, when he'd fallen asleep on my shoulder.
So adorable… so sweet… so breathtaking…
"Nina," a familiar voice said, tapping me on the shoulder. Bringing me back to reality, out of my reverie.
My eyes snapped up to meet Embry Calls friendly ones. "Oh hi! Sorry, I didn't see you." I offered lamely, giving him an apologetic smile.
He shrugged. "I understand, you just looked lost standing here so I thought I'd introduce you to everyone."
"Sure sure, that'd be great," I said quickly, instantly realizing that I'd used Jacob's catch phrase.
"Oh and before I forget, thanks for helping Jake and I out in English the other day. It was really nice of you." Glancing over his shoulder, he smirked. "Jacob wouldn't shut up about it, I think the whole population of La Push knows now."
Blushing furiously, I followed Embry towards the bonfire, hoping nobody would notice. What he'd said surprised me, because Jacob hadn't mentioned anything about it, but apparently he was grateful… or maybe a little too grateful—not that I minded.
Ten minutes later I found myself laughing at a joke Quil Ateara cracked. Yeah, it was pretty lame but that's what made it funnier, although a certain a guy I'd been introduced to named Paul didn't seem to think it was in the least bit funny. In fact, he looked like he wanted to rip Quil's head off.
With the exception of the hot-headed guy, everyone was very welcoming and friendly, especially Sue Clearwater's son, Seth. He'd asked me to sit next to him on a log, and in less than a minute, I found myself relaxing as he spoke to me in a kind voice.
"Stealing away my girl Clearwater?," a husky voice asked, causing us both to snap our heads up.
There he stood before us, arms crossed over his broad chest, a playful look in his dark eyes. He was so unbelievably tall that my eyes were level with his powerful thighs, the dark jeans he wore clinging to him like a second skin, making him that much more mouthwatering.
Seth raised his hands up, feigning innocence. "Just welcoming her to the family."
Jacob raised an eyebrow, his eyes meeting mine. "Is that so Nina?."
"Yeah," I said, a little breathlessly. "Seth's the brother I never had."
"Aw, sweet." Seth chuckled. "So what does that make Jake? My brother-in-law?."
Both Jacob and I stiffened at his question, although we knew it was only meant as a joke.
"Um, I don't know," I answered carefully, turning to look at Seth. "Jake can be whoever he wants."
"Being your husband will do just fine," Jacob said firmly, causing my head to snap up once again.
If I had been blushing earlier, then I was definitely one-hundred times redder in the face now. Not to mention my stomach was doing somersaults, and my heart was about to break out of my chest with the force of its beat.
Being my husband would be just fine with me too Jacob— as if I'd tell him that.
Staring up into his dark orbs, something about the way he looked at me had a shiver running up my spine, and all over my body. His expression held no humor, yet there was a hint of mischievousness in his half-smile.
"Great!," Seth said happily. "Now we just need to find you two a kid."
Before I even had the chance to freak out, Jacob extended his hand out to me. "I'm taking Nina with me so she can hear the stories being told and not your imaginary family ideas."
"But she was enjoying it," Seth fake-whined.
Taking Jacob's hand, he pulled me up off the log. "No you were, if it makes you feel better, you can find us a kid."
I bit my lip as I stood awkwardly next to Jacob, hoping they wouldn't notice me blushing. There was nothing more embarrassing than having someone joke about you and your crush being a married couple with a child! Gosh, if Kara was here she'd literally laugh out loud at my expression.
Lacing his fingers with mine, he took me over to another log which was situated closer to where the elders were sitting. The fact that he held my hand in that way, made me wonder if he knew how I felt about him, and that the only reason he did it was out of pure kindness.
Then, as we sat down on the log side-by-side, I remembered once again that this was the first time I'd seen him since we slept together on my bed. Which made me feel kind of awkward and nervous…
"You're not afraid of scary stories are you?," he whispered against my ear, startling me.
Turning my head to the side , to stare up into his eyes, my breath caught in my throat at the closeness of air faces. "N-No, they're just stories."
He chuckled, our noses almost touching. "Stories are they? What if they're real?."
"Well that'd be both cool and scary," I replied.
"Remember when we talked about the merman?," he asked, searching my almond-shaped eyes.
I nodded, my nails digging into my jean-clad knees unconsciously. "What about it?."
"Was it both cool and scary when you dreamed of me that night? You know-." He grinned. "As a merman."
At that question, all seriousness left me and I found myself laughing. "Maybe it wasn't you I dreamt of that night Jake."
"Don't play around with me Nee," he said, a playful look in his eyes. "I know you dreamt of Jacob Black that night, no doubt about it."
"I didn't, really." I giggled.
Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, pulling me against his side, he rested his cheek on the top of my head. "Two nights ago you dreamt of me," he told me, lowering his voice. "You couldn't help but say my name in your sleep."
Before I could deny his accusation, I thought back to that night, but couldn't remember whether I had dreamt about him or not. He was always in my dreams, that they no longer stood out in my memory unless they were bazaar.
However, I never wanted him to know that I dreamt about him, it was private and quite embarrassing to say the least. Especially when all we were was just friends.. or were we acquaintances? It was just all so confusing.
Billy Black spoke up then, grabbing all of our attention. "Tonight I promised my son, Jacob Ephraim Black, that I would tell his dear friend Nina O'Neil the Quileute Legends along with everyone here, on a night I'd normally stay indoors. As you can see it's cloudy, which means rain is on its way." He gestured to the sky. "But I wouldn't let my son down, and neither would Quil Senior, So have I got everyone's attention?."
I watched as some of the group said 'yes' whilst others just nodded in the elders direction. Billy, like his son, also had an air of authority around him. They both reminded me leaders, with their deep voices, and their wise eyes, that it hadn't gone unnoticed to me that everyone seemed to highly respect Billy. It was a nice thing to see, there was something moving about it.
Jacob's arm tightened around my shoulders, until my head fell against his chest, which seemed to satisfy him— of course it satisfied me too, so much, that after a minute, I looked down to find my hand resting on his knee. Wow Nina, wow!
Sometimes I wonder whether I'm just plain stupid.
Old Quil, much to my surprise, started telling us the very first part of the stories, and I instantly found myself relaxing to his voice, listening intently to every detail. The stories were so magical, so intriguing, that I knew if my mom still owned the book on them, I'd reread it tons of times.
It started off light and easy to follow, but once Billy Black took over from Old Quil, the stories became darker. There were many parts I hadn't known about, and I wondered briefly, whether they were left out of my mom's book on purpose. If so, why?
Jacob had said these stories were scary, and I hadn't believed him, but now as I listened to his father reveal more and more about the Quileute's, I realized that they were. I especially didn't like the sound of the "cold ones", they freaked me out to say the least.
What I didn't see coming was warm tears running down my cheeks as I listened and envisioned the story of Taha Aki and the third wife. Whether it was my imagination or not, I felt Jacob stiffen against me, though I doubt he knew I was crying.
Time passed, more was revealed, until droplets of rain started to fall from the sky. Billy Black announced that it was time to leave, and that luckily, all the stories were told. He'd given me a warm smile, before telling Jacob that he should take me home.
As Jacob and I walked together along a path the moonlight provided through the woods, I could sense he was nervous about something.
"What was it that upset you about the Taha Aki story?," he asked suddenly, staring down at me as I walked next to him in silence.
"I didn't think you knew," I replied frowning, craning my neck to look up into his face. "How did you notice?."
He let out a frustrated breath. "Just answer my question."
It wasn't like Jacob to be as agitated and straightforward as he was now, and I was taken aback by it. "Did I do or say something to upset you? Because if I did, tell me right now."
Grabbing my arm and spinning me around to face him, he all but yelled at me. "No! Why do you always have to take offense by what I say huh? Or are you just trying to dodge the question?."
"Jacob!," I shrieked. "Don't talk to me like that! And let go of me!."
"No," he gritted out, clasping his free hand onto my shoulder. "Not until you answer my question."
Maybe Kara had been right all along, maybe sneaking out to meet Jacob was a bad idea, because this was not who I thought he was. At all. And to be quite honest, he was scaring the hell out of me.
"For the last time, let go of me!," I hissed. Struggling against his hold.
"Nina!." His fingers tightened around my arm and shoulder. "Answer my question!."
"What upset me was that the 'cold ones' ruined everything. They fed off humans, innocent women from the Makah reservation, and yet people thought it was the wolves. And then, they had to destroy everything! Things got so bad that the third wife sacrificed her life, Jacob her life, for the ones she loved!," I told him, completely out of breath. "Now let me go."
Except Jacob didn't let me go, he pulled me into a bone crushing hug instead, knocking the breath out of me as his strong arms wrapped around my body, holding me tightly. Burying his face into the crook of my neck, he whispered to me in his native Quileute language, sending unwanted shivers down my spine.
I told myself that I didn't want this delightful hug, that I didn't want to be anywhere near a man who yelled at me, and kept hold of me against my will. But telling myself over and over again only made time pass, until finally, he unwrapped his arms from around me and held me out at arm's length.
"I'm so sorry Nee," he said softly, his deep brown eyes gazing down into mine.
Looking away from him, I tried my hardest to keep my emotions at bay. "Just take me home."
"Nee, don't be like that," he pleaded. "I know I was wrong, I'm sorry."
"Sorry isn't enough," I said. "It's just a word, doesn't mean anything."
"Look at me, please."
So I did, staring coldly up at him. "I'll walk home myself if you're not bothered."
"Of course I'm bothered, but I don't want you to go yet," he told me, his hands sliding over my shoulders, down my arms. "Two hours isn't long enough to make up for a day without you."
The way he'd said that to me, it sounded so genuine, so loving, that I wondered if he meant it the way I hoped he did, miracles could happen right?
Jacob's large hands ran up and down my arms, creating a warmth I so badly craved. He towered over me, making me feel tiny in his presence, while his eyes roamed my body. I felt exposed to him again, naked.
Then, much to my shock and surprise, he took my hands in his and placed them on his chest. For a moment we just stood there like that, me having no idea where to go from there, but he wasn't having any of my nervousness tonight.
"Nina," he whispered. "Listen to your heart, not your mind."
So taking a shaky breath, I hesitatingly pressed my fingertips into the soft skin of his chest, before sliding my hands downwards. Every muscle of his god-like body twitched beneath my touch, and I heard him sigh when I reached his perfectly sculpted six-pack abs.
They felt like heaven… even better than I'd imagined them to.
My pulse raced as he cupped my cheeks in his large hands, our eyes melting into each other in the dark of the night. Everything and everyone disappeared from my sight and thoughts, and all I could see was him, he was my world.
If I was angry with him earlier, then I wasn't anymore. All I could feel at the moment was love, undying love for Jacob Black. He had me pressed against the trunk of a tree, his burning hands on my hips, pressing himself into me until every inch of our bodies were touching.
I couldn't remember how we ended up there in the first place, he had me in a daze.
"Can you see me?," he asked quietly, just as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Here, in the darkness?."
I nodded. "Not clearly, but I can see you."
Dipping his face lower until it was inches from mine, his eyes sparkled. "Is this better?."
"Yes," I whispered. Suddenly feeling very nervous and self-conscious. This was the closest we'd ever been before, and now that things were becoming clear to me—like the fact that him and I were starting to blur the line that was our friendship— I couldn't help but feel a little scared.
"Nee," he began, warm breath fanning my face. "You're so beautiful."
My breathing hitched. "W-What?."
I was hearing things, I've lost it.
"You're so beautiful," he repeated, his gaze falling to my trembling lips.
Okay, maybe not… but miracles were happening.
Arms tightening around his neck, I fought to keep my knees from buckling beneath me. "J-Jacob."
"Nina," he breathed, holding me against him with a hand on my hip, while he brought the other up to stroke my cheek.
Our hearts thumped in unison against each other's chests, the heat his wonderful body radiated melted into my skin, both of us sweating in the cold night air. The very first droplets of rain falling from the sky, landed on our foreheads, and somehow we drew closer.
A shaky breath left my lips as his full ones hovered over mine, just centimeters away. I've dreamed of this moment for so long that it seemed so unreal, so unbelievable that it was close to happening now. Tears stung my eyes, and a strong feeling of want hit me, like never before.
Jacob's hand fell to my neck, his fingers running over my sensitive skin, making my warm body shiver. More foreign words were whispered to me in his native language, before he finally closed the space between us and pressed his sweet lips to mine.
That was the moment my knees gave out, the moment Jacob's arm wrapped around my waist, and the moment our lips moved together for one beautiful long second. Rain pouring down upon us, drenching us, making the scene taking place more memorable.
Inhaling his musky scent through my nostrils, my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I was consumed by this indescribable feeling. A feeling so strong, that my whole being felt ready for anything Jacob wanted or needed.
A baby popped into my head…
But then he broke the kiss, and stepped away from me, leaving me to slide down against the trunk in my weak and dazed state.
"Nina leave, go home" he told me in a strained voice, his head snapping side to side, eyes frantic. "Quickly!"
"Leave?," I asked, sitting back against the tree now. "W-Why?."
This wasn't right, this was all wrong. We'd just had our first kiss, and now he's standing away from me, out of reach, telling me to go home? While I sit here, completely confused and hurt. My heart dropping, my stomach sinking.
Tearing his t-shirt off literally, he stared off into the distance. "Close," he whispered, before his eyes snapped to mine. "Just run back the way you came! I'll explain tomorrow."
"But Jacob!," I snapped.
However Jacob was wrong, because whoever was supposedly close, suddenly appeared like the speed of light a little further down the woods. All I could make out in the darkness was a very pale person, before the man I loved suddenly roared and became.. a gigantic.. russet colored wolf.
What do you do when scary stories become a reality? You run.
And that's exactly what I did.