(Edward's POV)Bella shivered next to me on the snow and ice covered bleachers. Jacob had asked if we would drive him to the school so he could run the track. Bella hadn't wanted to but I found that it was getting harder and harder to say no to Jacob.
I watched him run. His werewolf heat made a shirt unnecessary. Sweat covered his body, making his perfectly carved abs glisten.
Whoa! I thought. Relax. Edward. That's Jacob you're thinking about!
"Edward," Bella said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked at her. "I'm going home. It's freezing and Ashima should be waking up from her nap." Ashima. Bella's half Indian little girl. She was four when I'd met Bella a year ago.
"Alright, love," I replied. "I'll catch up later." She kissed me and walked away. It didn't have the same effect on me as it used to. I used to love kissing her. Now…
I heard an angry growl and turned to see that it had been Jake. He came up and sat next to me.
"Bella taking off?" he asked. I nodded, not wanting to look at him. This wasn't right. I'd existed over one hundred years. If I was really…that way…then I would've known by now. Right?
Jake and I talked for a long time. I could hear his heart beating wildly. Like the way Bella's did when I was close to her.
When I finally got the guts to turn to him, I realized how close we were to each other. I went for it. We kissed. And it was…amazing. I had never felt like this when I was kissing Bella. And when I pulled away…he was smiling. I smiled too. We kissed again. And again and again until we found ourselves in the backseat of my Volvo.
Oh my God! I thought. What the hell are we doing? It's wrong! Then Edward kissed me deeper. Oh screw it. I can't hide this anymore!
I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew him close to me. He was ice against me. But I loved it.
When it was all over, Jacob was shaking.
"Are you okay?" I asked. He nodded. I wrapped my arms around him.
"Do you regret it?" he asked.
"Jake if I was going to regret it I wouldn't have done it," I replied. He smiled and kissed me again.
We scrambled in to our clothes and I dove him to the line. He made no move to get out of the car.
"What does this mean for us?" he asked, not looking at me. "Was this just like…a one time thing?"
"I'm not that kind of guy," I replied, smiling. "This means that there's an us, Jake." He kissed me and got out. I watched him go and drove myself home.
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