Chapter 6

JPOV

When I woke, I was dazed at first, not quite sure of my surroundings. Then I heard the gental light breath of a human, preferable Bella. She was curled up into my chest, her face slightly scrunched, and her mouth moving slightly with mumbled, unheard words. She sighed, moving in slightly closer. She was still asleep, and she looked so beautiful... so peaceful...

"Jacob..."she whispered, loud enough for me to hear. She was awake? I looked over at the clock-only 3:48 in the morning. Then she sighed, whispering my name again, and her face disappeared into the pillow.

I smiled, the warmth spreading through my body. She thought of me while she slept. How amazing... she was amazing...

It was dark, but I could see her face, her body, wrapped around mine. My hand, one on the small of her back, and the other, draped over her shoulders. Both of her small hands were presses against my chest, now warm, instead of ice stuck to my skin. Her legs curled up, shins pressing against my midsection. My knees were bent, almost as if she was balancing on them. Her hair sprawled out wildly on her face, and the pillow. I brushed it away, lightly tracing her jaw with the tips of my fingers. She mumbled something, I couldn't understand, but it made me so happy. Her, here, in my bed. I loved how she looked.

Then, her small leg moved, wrapping itself with my legs, an intertwined mess. I loved it even more.

When I woke again, the bed was empty. I frantically turned, looking at the clock. It was 7:03 in the morning. I started searching again, turning all over. Then, I flipped off the bed, landing on my chest. Ok, ow, I thought, rolling on my back, and springing to my feet in one fluid move. Then I saw the note. A little piece of folded paper that had fallen from the bed.

I'm in the shower, it said, in Bella's unmistakable, messy scrawl; I can make breakfast when I finish. Ah, that sounded nice. Bella, making me breakfast, like a mother, or a wife...

Then, yes. I distinctly heard the rush of the water in the bathroom come to a halt. Maybe I'd play a little trick on my sweet Bells.

I jumped up, hiding under the blankets on my bed. Billy must have left already, or I would be supervised right now. I heard her tiny foot falls come down the hallway, towards my room. I let just one eye peek out, as Bella entered the room, a white towel wrapped around her, tucked under her left arm.

The robe fell about mid-thigh. Oh, god, I won't even go there...

She looked around, confused for a moment, because she was looking for me. She just shrugged, and dropped the towel.

I could only see from her lower back, up, and her back was to me. She had the most perfect curves, and smooth, pale skin.

She reached back, combing out her long brown hair with her fingertips. It came about waist length, or maybe a little higher when it was dry. She was just kidding before, well, last night, when she said that my hair use to be longer than hers. Mine was only a little past my shoulders.

Now, she ran a towel gently over her hair, shoulders, back, and down her legs.

I felt so bad watching Bella. Yet... I couldn't take my eyes off her beauty. She didn't realize it, but she was beautiful in so many ways.

She rummaged through the clothes she had on last night, and I felt bad that she didn't have clean clothes to wear. But that didn't stop her.

She pulled out her Bra and panties, and her jeans. I watched as she slowly, always so slowly, hooked the back. She stepped into her jeans, then dug into my clothes, and grabbed a shirt.

Figures.

She pushed her hair behind her ear, and bent to pick up her things. I distinctly heard her carry them to the living room, then coming back to look for me.

I couldn't read minds, like the leech could, but it was pretty obvious.

I shot from the bead, being as quiet yet fast as I could as I made my way to the bathroom.

"Jake?" I heard Bella's light voice.

"I'm here," I poked my head out the door, seeing her peeking into every other room. "I was just about to take a shower."

"Oh, Okay. I'll be... In the living room..." She turned her back, and took a step. "Wait... where were you just now?" She had blank accussion in her voice, and features. She was going to get an answer.

"I was in the wood. I had to... you know..." I looked down at the tiled bathroom floor. I hoped she under stood my false truth.

She looked skeptical at first, but simply shrugged it off. "I just took a shower..." I looked at her damp hair; she curled a piece around her finger. "I don't know how much hot water will be left..."

She trailed her eyes to the floor, up the wall, and towards the living room. She walked off.

I stepped back into the bathroom, needing to clear my head.

Okay, I thought, I just saw the back of a half naked Bella, the girl I love. That's when I realized something else, too.

I had a boner? I looked down in disbelief. I know that by the age of 16, every guy should have already gotten one and... learned how to take care of it. But it had never happened to me before this time. What the hell?

I was actually kind of scared of it. It just seemed so... weird.

I turned the water full blast, and pulled off my shorts.

Oh, God. There it is.

I felt kind of weird just looking at it, so I brought my attention instead to a chipped tile on the shower wall.

Had this happened because of Bella? I had to think. So, I saw her back while she was naked...

Then it became painful.

It hurt so bad, I had to do something...

I guessed that I had 2 options. I could take care of it like a normal 16 year old would. But then again... I wasn't exactly normal...

Or, I could think of something that would totally turn me off.

So... I tried my second option.

I thought of Sam, the leader of that little group of goodie two-shoes. I thought him up in a bikini, Ew. That helped some.

But then, his face changed, his skin became lighter, and his hair grew down his back.

Now, It was Bella in a bikini, swaying her hips, moving in towards me. She flipped her long hair over her sholder, and smiled.

That did it.

I felt totally out of control, as my hand made its way down, down, down...

BPOV

I hated to ease drop, but I swore I heard a muffled sound coming from Jacob... coming from the bathroom.

I peeked over the couch, seeing the bathroom door slightly open, and a light mist of steam flowing out.

I got up, in pure curiosity, and peeked through the bathroom door.

Jake had one of those showers where the top half of one wasn't there, so you could see into the shower. The lower half was decorated in swirly, tinted glass. I tried to stay concealed, letting only one eye over the threshold. There were a small variety of soaps, but no conditioners, because apparently, men don't use them. I but always found Jake to smell so good...

I could see his head, his eyes closed, bent back into the stream of water. His shoulders, tan and muscular, his mouth, opened in a slight smile. His hands combed through his hair, spreading suds all over. I couldn't help but gasp at how beautiful he was. Did he not know?

His eyes opened then, but didn't find me, still slightly hiding. He rinsed his hair, turned off the water, and stepped from the shower.

I turned quickly around the corner, pressing my back and hands to the wall. Even though I loved him, I was not ready for that yet. I waited a minuet, then liked back around...

He had one towel in his hand, and another longer one wrapped around his waist. The one in his hand scrubbed at his hair, which he promptly shook, smiling at how short and easy it was now.

The one on his waist was low; I could see his pelvic bone, his defined muscles in his chest. There was also a thin brush of hair under his navel... leading down, down, down...

A/N So? I don't plan on having them do anything like that anytime soon... but what do you think for their date?

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