Disclaimer: The chatacters belong to Stephanie Meyers. The plot is my own. For mature readers.
Chapter Song: Twisted - Keith Sweat
CHAPTER 11
EPOV
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It was a calm evening. Leah's cousin, Rebecca, was going to be checking in on Sue tonight, so Leah didn't have to tend to her much until tomorrow to play cards with her before work. I have to bring Emmett to the airport, which I was saying a silent hallelujah that I didn't have to make up an excuse to not go to that house.
I had completed my shift at five in the evening, eager to reunite with my baby at her place. Despite my attempts to keep my mind centered on the road and my job, my thoughts persistently drifted towards Leah. She had taken on a couple of cleaning jobs earlier in the day while I was at work. By God, she sent me a photo of the bathroom in this spectacular mansion. I couldn't fathom how she had the stomach for the shit she deals with. Literally.
The rich aroma of the dinner she cooked filled the air. Oxtail stew with white rice and some avocado. Even her doing the simple shit that people do for one another in relationships leaves me feeling entirely smitten.
Afterwards, I began arranging a cutting board with goodies for us both. The vibrant colors of peppers mingled on the cutting board before me. The sound of the crisp crunch accompanied each bite, a symphony of flavors dancing on my taste buds. The suns warm embrace illuminated the kitchen, last bit before it sets. The days were getting shorter again.
We had a long talk about how it would likely be best for Leah to quit cleaning houses. Not only is the stuff with her mother A LOT to deal with. The other stuff, that I try not to think too much about. I know a few things about pushing shit to the back of my mind. The creepy events that have taken place over the last couple of weeks sort of got drowned out by real life things needing to get done. We can't just hide.
I refused to speak to Leah about the peeping Tom encounter though. And, also she did not know anything about what I had seen at Sue's a couple days before that. I wasn't going to say anything. Leah has enough worries, no need to continue down the rabbit hole. I have yet to hallucinate, or whatever the fuck.
I just wanted to ignore it. If some mess goes down in the future we will call a priest. Though the thought passed in my mind like a joke, I couldn't help but feel a sense of doom every so often.
The sun poured its last golden radiance into the kitchen, casting a warm and inviting glow that dance across every surface. The sunlight, now in its descent, bathed the room in hues of amber and honey. It streamed through the windows, creating playful patterns as it filtered through sheer curtains. The dust particles sparkled in the luminous beams, adding a touch of magic to the air.
"You work tonight?" I asked Leah.
"No, tomorrow night," she responded as she passed behind me near the sink to perch herself on the island counter, becoming a silhouette against the golden glow. The soft curves of her form absorbed the sunlight, creating a captivating interplay of light and shadow. The room seemed to sigh with tranquility, a haven where worries could momentarily be set aside.
As I continued to chop, our conversation ebbed and flowed, blending seamlessly with the rhythmic sounds of knife against cutting board. The cheese plate, a mosaic of textures and tastes, beckoned us to indulge in its savory delights, which we did. I stopped chopping for the prosciutto for sure. My favorite processed meat. We shared laughs and stories, the ordinary moments elevated by the extraordinary connection we share.
For a moment I just watched her. A vision of allure. Her figure is a celebration of curves. Long, elegantly sculpted legs carried her with grace.
My thoughts slightly trailed off to our fun the other day. It excited me entirely. Her talking the way she was, she looked so amazing. Tasted glorious. "What was that you said at the theater?" I inquired while popping a slice of sharp cheddar in my mouth. I glanced over at her sexy face as it melted in my mouth. Her voluptuous lips formed a delightful bow that hinted at playful and inviting smile. She looks so delicious. Sat upon the counter in the middle of her kitchen. Enjoying the ensemble of fruits, vegetables, meats, cheese, and crackers.
"What?" She questioned, but her eyes told me she knew what I was talking about specifically. "You liked that?" She sucked a piece of melon in through those heavenly lips.
I closed the distance between us and settled right between her legs that hung from the side of the counter.
With a playful glint in my eyes, I brought my face closer to hers, teasingly brushing my lips against hers. "I loved it," I whispered, my breath warm against her skin. "But I want to hear you say it again."
She laughed softly, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. "Say what again, exactly?"
I leaned in, capturing her lips with mine for a lingering kiss. My hands in her long hair that cascaded down her back. Pulling away slightly, I murmured, "Tell me what you said at the theater. As you sat on me."
Her eyes locked onto mine, a sultry smile playing on her lips. "You're relentless, aren't you?"
I grinned, enjoying the playful banter. "When it comes to you, absolutely."
She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear, and in a low, seductive voice, she repeated those words that had ignited a spark at the theater. Each word sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but revel in the anticipation of what this back and forth could eventually lead to.
I took a hold of her ass on both sides. Kneading the flesh which sent a shiver through my spine. She jumped slightly with a grin plastered on her face. My expression mimicked hers.
She then leaned closer towards me. "You want me to call you daddy?" She pressed. Her beautiful brown eyes bore into mine. It felt like the wind got knocked outta my lungs, but in a good way. I was instantly hard.
BOING!
"Remember that movie baby boy?" She went on coyly, cocking her head to one side. Her hair gently swooping down.
I fought the urge to laugh. "You wanna start giving me references now?" I went into a short fit of chuckles, now stroking her thighs. She felt so warm.
I just thought of how well her tight pussy grips my dick, so good. My God I'm brick hard. I think after the first full week of Leah and I being together, she found out real quick that I adore everything about her. Can't ever really keep my hands to myself. But, she didn't seem to mind.
Her hands reached for the collar of my shirt. Pulling me in closer. I stared into her magical deep brown eyes. Fully expecting to kiss those full lips that were just so decadent and smooth.
Millimeters from my mouth she spoke clearly, "I want daddy dick."
I growled, yanking her by her ass, sliding her along the counter. Closer to me. "Mm," I moaned into her neck, smelling her intoxicating scent. Honeysuckle. So smooth and sweet. "You want that daddy dick inside you?" I pushed against her, letting her feel what she does to me constantly.
She hummed near my ear, running her hands through my hair. Dotting on me. I love her so much. My heart swelled. Couldn't believe how much time I had wasted before. I wanted to spend every moment making it up to her.
"I love how you're so good at that," she replied softly, her tone even and beautiful.
"What?" I asked, perplexed but still amused.
To my surprise she said. "Talking sexy, the way you do." Her voice sounded so soothing.
A playful smile played on my lips as I continued to hover close to her face. "I can teach you," I whispered, my voice carrying a hint of mischief.
Her eyes sparkled with desire. "Is that so?"
I nodded, my fingers lightly tracing a path along her cheek. "Absolutely. It's a skill honed over time."
She chuckled, the sound like a melody in the quiet room. "You should teach me your ways, Professor."
Leaning in, our lips almost touching, I whispered, "Consider it an exclusive, one-on-one tutorial."
Her laughter filled the space between us as our connection deepened. In that moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the intimacy we share. She's driving me nuts with the teasing lately. I needed to taste her, have her feeling so good she'll forget her first language type of shit.
My hand went up to brush against her chin, guiding her to my lips. As we met in a tender collision, everything in the background was fading into a distant hum. The kiss started as a delicate exploration, a dance to just test the waters. Then, it deepened, a passionate crescendo that enveloped us.
Every touch was a spark igniting, jolting my nerves, setting them ablaze. Her careful fingers tracing tentative paths along my shoulders and back, pulling me impossibly closer. The taste of shared breaths, the mingling of warmth and flavor, painted an indelible memory on my senses.
As we pulled back, her warm eyes was all I saw as we shared a lingered gaze, capturing exactly what we couldn't really put into words. The air in the kitchen felt thick.
I had a voracious craving to taste her. "Can I eat your pussy right now?"
"Wait, babe, I wanted to eat a little bit more," She protested with a giggle.
"Now here," I said, holding my finger up for her to wait a moment. "Let me eat too!" I playfully griped.
As swiftly as I left the kitchen I came right back with one of the throw pillows from the couch. Placing it atop the countertop behind Leah. I motioned for her to lie down. Which she did.
She took a long deep breath as her skin touched the cool counter.
My fingers slid into the waistband of her shorts and pulled them off. They hit the floor with a soft thud. Slowly I kissed up her calf and knees. Continuing the trail up to her soft thighs. Slowly I licked from the very bottom of her pussy to the top softly. She moved rhythmically against me as if in a trance.
We need each other to live.
I rolled my tongue along her slit and dipped inside, moaning against her slick skin. I shoved my arm under her hips, setting her waist to a tipped upward position. My mouth over took her entire pussy, followed by kissing ever so gently all over. Like I would with expensive dessert, I'm not just gonna gobble it up. Taking my time with Leah was substantial for me. Savor each little taste I get. My tongue moved in slow circles around her sweet entrance.
A bit of time had passed, she had already succumbed to her desire for me what seemed to be three times. She was soaking wet. I had an intriguing and very intrusive thought enter my mind. Wondering if I could get her to squirt. I grinned when she let out a sharp hiss. Letting my hand replace my hot mouth, rubbing her in gentle long circles. Her clit was throbbing, probably painfully sensitive.
"Do you have any idea how much I love doing this to you?" I began kissing her neck. While my two fingers moved inside her, taking my thumb and rubbing her clit.
She didn't seem to have much of an answer. She was muttering and humming intermittently. She was already draining onto my palm. Gasping into the kitchen.
My fingers curved inside of her, thrumming the spot she desperately needed the most pressure. "Mmm, I know you love this," my voice sounded thick. And my erection was obvious in my sweats and borderline painful at this point.
She looked to be catching her breath, twitching slightly as I continued my movements still. Her hips bucked up many times, her eyebrows relaxed, lifting only slightly at the edges. Her eyes were shut. Her full lips were curved upwards just slightly, and I had another intrusive thought to kiss her again.
Leah's cheeks were flush, she looked to be glowing to my eyes. I couldn't take my eyes off of her for a second. Not long after some more rubbing and pinching, I heard her water splash against the linoleum. Spreading along the edge of the counter and making the long way to the floor in audible drips. It went on for about five pulses. All very audible. Each burst that came had Leah stunned. She couldn't help but groan and shake as her body reacted to me. Her eyes rolled, her mouth dropped open slightly. I smiled at the sight. My cock couldn't take much more. This woman has got a hold on me, she is everything to me. I couldn't peel myself away from her, watching her squirt was up there with one of the most divine sights I'd ever seen in my life.
Her eyes wide, and she was completely speechless, after taking several breaths she sighed and giggled shortly, "did I just-"
Before she even finished my head was nodding hastily. "When you love what you do it makes a hell of a difference," I uttered, beaming and proud of myself.
I need to be inside her.
She chuckled as I moved fast, rushing to remove my clothing. My hands were on either side of her as I moved us both slightly to be more center on the counter. She bent her knees and held her thighs against her chest.
"Oh fuck, baby, I could live in the feelings you bring me," I breathed against her neck. Slightly nibbling the skin. "I want you to have my kids," I whispered in her ear. Breathing hotly against her luxurious hair.
Her fingers ran up and down my abdomen. I smiled and softly restrained her back to her original position.
I held her close, softly nibbling her ear and complimenting her on how soft she felt.
I cupped her breast as low moans escaped her lips. I growled against her scalding skin. Tracing circles around those beautiful dark areolas.
I kissed her chin, neck, and down to the collar bone. She began to really squirm around as I head down past her plump breasts. Teasing again.
She moved her hips frustrated.
"Would you have my babies?" I asked glaring at her now.
She gasped as one finger tightened around her nipple, while the other hand squeezed her other breast as my tongue swirled around the solid peak. Licking gentle strokes.
"Yes," She finally sputtered out. Maintaining constant eye contact. Her hands were stroking through my hair, eliciting a low growl from me.
I began to suck and whirl my tongue around her peaks eagerly. Switching from one breast to the other. Shooting all kinds of pleasing signals to that ache in my lower body.
She glanced down seeing I was rock hard, and while biting her lip she groaned at the sight.
I held myself up on my elbows and pressed my forehead against hers, staring intently into those enchanting eyes.
"You're amazing," she moaned. Her hips lifting against me.
As she continued adorably, my length pushed into her fully. Relaxing completely as her warmth enveloped me like a tight embrace, stretching around me. My tension and stress, melts with this woman. The comfort she brings me permeates through every inch of my body. My heavy balls pressing onto her ass now. I slowly began to push in and out. One hand slinking up and down the sides of her body.
Our constant eye contact continued. I could get lost in those eyes. A rich shade of brown, with captivating streaks of chocolate swirling around the pupils. The depths of her gaze held a warmth and complexity, like a mesmerizing dance of earthy hues that drew you in. My cock was throbbing as I hit the hilt. I could feel her clenching down hard on me, she was getting ready to cum, or dare I say cum again, but not just yet. I looked down between our bodies to see us meeting, it looked so incredibly hot.
All I could think about was how spectacular she feels.
Following my gaze she looked down as I continued my movements. I was starting to tremble, my own body defying me and showing me how close I was.
"Mm fuck, I love how wet you get for me," I whined against the skin of her breast. "I love you, Leah." I began whimpering about wanting to make her a mommy as she panted and groaned, holding me tight. Scratching her nails down my back.
I pulled out leaving my hard pressure right at her opening, stroking lazily against the slick surface of her cunt. I wanted to make this last, but my goodness I was so very close. Ready to burst at any second. She feels like serenity.
My nerve endings were jolting at this point. Throaty moans left her mouth as she writhed about on the cold and flat surface of the counter top. My head lifted, and I observed her for a moment. A smirk playing on my lips, my expression tinged with amusement. Just enjoying the sight.
"I love you," I repeated. Yearning for her to say it back finally. Craving the reassurance of hearing her say those words to me.
I moved forward kissing her lips as I heard her whisper the breath into my mouth, "I love you, Edward."
Her hands reached up to touch my face and feel the stubble along my sharp jawline. Her eyebrows, furrowed, her face in all its beauty, looked sincerely aroused and happy. It was an ethereal moment for me. Her hands scratched through my tousled brown locks.
Kissing her deeper, our tongues finding one another. Moving in slow, soft rotations.
I entered her then, and she basically cried out into my mouth. My hands gripped harder on her soft flesh, yielding to the touch with a gentle resilience. She carries a supple and smooth texture, inviting a comforting sensation when pressed or caressed. She feels pliant, embracing a subtle give that adds to its overall delicacy. Her legs wrapping tightly around me. Her heels digging into my ass just to get even closer. Pulling me deeper into her heat. One of my rough hands slipped up to cup her breast briefly giving it a squeeze. Then crept up to hold her neck and jawline. Her gentle hands held my face.
We stopped kissing. Focusing solely on our movements in meeting each other. All the while glaring into each others souls.
Sharp exhales released from our chests. My heart was pounding. I could feel our pulses, as I clung to her. She was a sopping wet mess, another wave of erotic expulsion was underway for us both it seemed.
She cried my name as I held her, rocking myself into her. Throbbing as I released.
We slipped off the counter in a stupor from what we just did. My mind was boggling. Leah made my heart grow 10 times its size, reminiscent of the Grinch. Leah had strolled out and upstairs to the bathroom after cleaning up the counter and floor, still blushing brightly from our love.
I had a quick thought of Halloween coming soon, and just as I headed out of the kitchen, contemplating what costume I'd get Leah into, I noticed the pots and pans hanging above the island counter were swinging lightly.
Trying not to succumb to my repressed anxiety that had been building up in me over the course of weeks now, I abruptly stopped in my tracks. I quickly fumbled to get my clothes and head upstairs with her.
Nope, I thought.
I'm not going to dwell on what just happened.
As I hurried out of the kitchen, a pot clanged down with a racket! I darted back to the doorway, peeking into the room. It spun to a rumbling gradual stop. I watched on as I heard Leah call down from upstairs, in the restroom, "you alright?!" The shower was now running.
Just as I was about to reply, the sudden crash and chatter of three more collapsed onto the counter, creating a boisterous startling racket that echoed through the space. I jumped back slightly, my brows furrowed.
They fell.
For no reason.
Maybe some questionable force of wind?
Nah, no fucking way. I stared on with guarded disbelief.
I heard my loves footsteps now headed toward the stairs, audibly creaking on the hardwood. I darted into the kitchen, out of sight with the color draining from my face. I hurriedly began hanging everything back up with my hands shaking as I responded, "I knocked my head a little, all good!" I shouted up. My voice betrayed me, wavering at the end. I just don't want this woman to stress.
Whatever just happened, it was unsettling. I was praying it, nor anything else, would happen. There's only so many excuses or thinking you saw something you didn't that can happen so many times until you explode. I am being dishonest if I don't tell her. But, I'm trying to figure this out myself as well.
I will eventually say something, and perhaps we'll call a witch doctor or consider selling the house to get out of here. This all started that night Leah came home petrified after the shin dig at my Dad's. What the hell is going on?
Her mother brought something back with her; the heaviness was strangling at some points.
Now I stood in the kitchen, the air completely still. Half expecting something else to happen. I was losing my wits.
I popped back out of there, hurrying up the stairs to join my love in a blissful shower. I cleaned her and kissed her everywhere. Afterwards, applying coconut oil and honeysuckle oil all over her as soon as we were out. I was already frenzied from earlier. Leah in my arms made me forget about anything and everything. Things would just linger in the background, but for the moments I have her in my presence is good for my soul. She gave me the same delicate care, her torrid smooth hands dancing all over me with intention. I relaxed a bit with that.
I was clammy when we laid together in bed. Leah was so exhausted she hadn't noticed, falling right to sleep.
I couldn't sleep for a while. I found solace in the fact that I didn't have to work until Sunday morning, allowing me some time to rest.
Leah lay peacefully in bed, soft breaths moving her body slightly. Her brown curls stretched out against the pillow, resembling silk cascading around her peaceful face. Soft eyelashes fluttered lightly against her cheek, creating a serene portrait in the moon light. In the stillness of sleep, she appeared like a sleeping beauty, lost in the calm embrace of dreams.
I settled against her comfy mattress laying on my side, facing her, and continued to not keep my hands to myself. Feeling her, my fingers grazed her tender skin with a subtle intensity, a rough caress contrasting to the delicate contours of her gorgeous face.
Gentle movements danced across her slumbering features, coaxing her in a momentary awakening as they stirred, the soft brush of contact prompting a subtle shift in her sleep.
"I love you, Edward," she muttered out tenderly. Exciting me entirely.
I grasped her waist with one hand, massaging her muscles rougher than the mild touching prior. Leah speaking to me was enough to elicit a hard on. Her voice does things to me. She gets my mind off all the other bulllshit.
I just need her so badly.
In the moonlight, her brown skin took on a mesmerizing glow. I cuddled close against her body as she pulled closer towards me like a magnet. As I nestled against her body, my arms enveloping her, I buried my head in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. The sweet fragrance of honeysuckle enveloped my senses, casting an enchanting spell that transported me to a world of comfort and intimacy. The delicate aroma lingered in the air, creating a cocoon of warmth and affection around us, as the gentle embrace of her scent intertwined with the quietude of the night. My eyes began to roll back as I teased her, lightly kissing, nibbling, and licking her warm skin. My erection was free, jolting up with anticipation.
In case she'd be too tired, I would have to settle for my hand. I don't like it. But, at least I have her in front of me here.
Although, the ever-present unexplained events that have gone down are still harping in the back of my mind. My love eventually woke up, and she was more than happy to partake. She was already so wet for me. My hands were tangled in her hair as we lay side by side, making love. She saturated my cock with her sweet juices as we moaned into each others mouths.
Maybe sex is how I disassociate?
Was a passing thought as we huddled into each other's presence. Embracing our warmth against one another. Exhaustion weighed heavily on my eyelids, each blink a struggle against the pull of weariness. The passing thoughts of the troubling events reverberated briefly, but the call of sleep beckoned irresistibly.
In the soft glow from the moonlight filtering through the curtains, we found solace in the rhythmic cadence of our breathing. The bed is a sanctuary. Everything faded to the background.
With every gentle breath, it drew us closer into the arms of sleep. Despite the echoes of unease, fatigue overcame my senses, and finally I succumbed to the slumber alongside my love.
In the end, I was happy to enjoy my love and not have to use my hand.
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I had just finished a call with my sister, Alice, as I returned to Leah's place from the airport after dropping off Emmett. It seemed Emmett was heading to Miami to enjoy the beaches with someone he had met online. Alice and I had been giggling with each other, hoping, but also joking about the lady being a cat fish. If he showed up there and rather than some blond beauty instead it's some dude with a beer gut, rubbing his bellybutton. We had a good laugh on that. Even referencing the movie Dodgeball. If you know, you know.
The second I walked through the threshold I was already growing antsy, wanting to head over to the VFW to check on Leah, see if she needed anything. Also, to check in and hear how her card game with her mother went. I just wanted an excuse to see her beauty and bask in it for a minute or two. I don't want to bother her while she's working, but, my god she has had my mind in the gutter consistently. I want to spoil her. Every chance I get.
Though, within not even five minutes of me being there I heard desperate pounding on the screen door echoed through the air, urgency in every strike. Reacting quickly, I rushed to the porch to find Jacob in a state of distress, struggling for breath as if caught in the grip of some unseen turmoil.
I unlocked and swung open the screen door with a noisy squeak.
"Hey, man, what's going on?" I asked hurriedly.
Jacob was visibly distressed, and he asked urgently, "Where's Leah?" His fists jammed into his sweater pockets.
"The bar, working," I replied quickly. "What's up, brah?"
His breaths were rapid, and he seemed on the verge of explaining something crucial. "Man," he began, pausing for a moment. "I don't fucking know, dude, I just ran into—uh—my cousin, our—Leah and I's cousin, Emily? You remember her?"
I furrowed my brows, thoroughly confused. "No?" I responded. My mind was still catching up with the present moment.
Jacob began tying up his curtain of hair into a bun, a mix of disbelief and uncertainty on his face. "Dude, I fucking," he paused again, taking a deep breath. "Went over to her apartment to check in with her, 'cause she hadn't been talking to nobody, you know, I was getting worried." His face was beat red, he may have been sweating too.
I nodded, urging him to continue.
"So I knock on the door, boom, boom, boom, nothing. I wait a little bit, then I'm like, fuck it, 'cause I had to be back at the shop to open. Next thing you know, I'm going down the hallway," he said, stepping onto Leah's covered front porch. "I see fucking Sam and Emily come bounding around the corner," Jacob stated, astonished, as if he were reliving it in his head for the first time. "Hand in hand."
My brows lifted. "What the fuck?"
"Yeah!" Jacob exclaimed.
"What the fuck, well what are you doing?" I asked, perplexed on what he was planning to do with the information.
"I am not fucking sure in the moment, honestly I was just so shocked." His expression mirrored his sentiment. His forehead was creased with lines, his eyes darting to me, then back to the road. "I just rushed over here. Didn't matter who I saw first, I had to say something."
"What a scumbag, I always hated that prick," I grumbled. My lips pressed into a thin line.
"I went to school with him, he had a brain made of gravel. Couldn't believe he made it through college," Jacob said, shaking his head slightly. After a brief pause, he shuffled his feet a bit. "Well now that you know, I don't know, should we...Tell her?" I watched his shoulders shrug.
"Right now?" I asked exasperated. "No, her fuckin' brother is comin' out in like twenty four hours, dude, no way!"
"Alright, but, like, we should," Jacob suggested.
"Yeah Jake, but, let's save that shit for now. Let it come about organically. Knowing Leah, she most likely won't even give a damn." I wasn't really sure what the reaction will be, but it may be best to save the info for a later date.
"I don't know man, it's a shocker," Jacob sighed.
"I don't give a fuck, but I don't give it long," I declared.
"Before he strings her out and does the same thing all over again," Jacob finished for me, his eyes glaring straight forward. His arms crossed. "Are you telling her, or?"
I was about ready to rip my hair out. "Dude, I'm just here, you're telling me this in confidence-"but now I did know about it. "-fuck dude you're making me an accessory after the fact, I don't know, she probably won't give a damn."
"I genuinely had no idea what to do," he sounded somber now.
"She will most like not give a shit, knowing Leah," I repeated.
Maybe.
Leah is a fire cracker. And, this nonsense involves family, so I am not able to say what may or may not happen. Plus I remember Leah telling me a little bit about what happened at the coffee shop. She had explained that not only was he an ungrateful scumbag that didn't deserve to breathe her air, but he had gotten someone pregnant. Not only was he fucking whomever, whenever. But this all could potentially be her cousin that he'd been sleeping with for God knows how long. If it's not one thing, it's another.
Not only that and more, but even while I was back east I had heard all sorts of stories from folks about Leah's relationship, little did she know that I'd been keeping tabs on her for years.
"Words will be exchanged," Jacob blurted suddenly, snapping me back into focus. His wide brown eyes staring off.
I laughed his stark words. "Yes, words will be exchanged," I agreed.
"Other than that, it'll be alright. But when should I say-"
"Did you not hear me, Jake?" The back of my hand tapped his shoulder lightly. "Let it happen organically. For now, her brother's coming." He stared at me a while longer. "Just pretend you didn't see anything for now."
"When the time comes though-"
"We will cross that bridge when we get to it," I stated, shrugging my shoulder. My hands rubbed against my forehead.
She shouldn't give a shit. Leah takes everything in stride. That ex fiancé of hers was a piece of shit. And, despite Jacob's insistence on addressing the situation, I think it's certainly best to let things unfold naturally. Leah had enough on her plate. This would just be unnecessary stress.
"Fuck," Jacob sighed, his eyes slightly closing as his big chest let the breath escape. He glanced over at me, and I was still staring at him, flabbergasted at what I'd just heard.
I figured I'd lighten up the mood. "Want a beer?" I offered politely.
He shrugged his big shoulders and muttered, "Okay," following me inside to the kitchen. His demeanor remained troubled. It was clear that this situation was weighing heavily. And, I couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to get even more complicated. Such is life...Good fucking grief.
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