With the stress she had these days, Bella Swan loved hot, long showers. She had exams to study for, occasional nightmares to endure, a love to declare to her best friend and the biggest stress, an actual social life. Turns out, Jessica wasn't too bad to hang out or to go shopping with, and neither was Katie. Angela had always been nice and Lauren still was a bit bitchy, but she was okay.
Before, she would turn the water ice cold and cry the whole three minutes it took her to wash her hair and body. Now she preferred her showers warm, hot even, and long. She could spend twenty minutes gazing into nothingness, daydreaming, letting the scolding hot water turn her pale skin red. Sometimes she'd doodle on the walls with her fingers, write whole texts nobody would ever read, nor would she remember them. Then it would take her another five minutes to get herself together and wash her hair.
Bella finished towel-drying her hair and started wrapping the towel around her body. She glanced in the mirror and stopped abruptly, dropping the towel. Her hair was still dripping, the clear drops falling onto her shoulders and chest, quickly making their way down to her hips, until they disappeared in the patch of brown hair between her legs.
Bella Swan would never deny she had no curves. She did have a butt and her boobs weren't the biggest, but they were there. She bit her lip as she examined herself, letting her hands slide over her breasts, hips and ass. They all had grown slightly bigger. Not too much, but enough to notice. She smiled proudly.
It was probably because she had been eating more, since Jacob ate loads of food, she started to eat more and more. Jacob had tried to teach her to call it a normal, healthy diet. Bella still just called it eating lots. She smiled as she thought about it. Just imagine, thanks to Jacob her boobs had grown!
She giggled as she cupped her breasts again, letting a smile take over her face and light up her eyes. She felt pretty for the first time in months, maybe years, and she decided she liked feeling pretty.
Too occupied with the blissful feeling that filled her stomach with butterflies, she didn't hear the footsteps and the husky voice calling her name. Nor did she hear the knocking on her bedroom door, then very hesitantly on the bathroom door.
It was the moment she heard the click of the handle that she jumped up and noticed. She hadn't even removed her hands from her chest when Jacob entered.
His eyes widened as he took the completely naked Bella in, hair wet and dripping, the pale skin still red and rosy from the hot shower and of course, the hands cupping her breasts. He couldn't help it; his eyes roved over her, admiring the way her back curved into her ass and how that ass turned into a pair of beautiful, long legs.
His ears and cheeks were burning, even with his dark skin the blush was clearly visible. How could he just go away when the girl of his dreams (literally) was standing in front of him, naked?
The silence lasted about three seconds, the two people looking awkwardly at each other, unable to move or talk, before she hastily grabbed her towel and started screaming. "AAAAAHH, GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY!"
"I DON'T CARE, JAKE, I'M NAKED AND NEED YOU TO GET THE HELL OUT!"
"But I didn-"
"I DO NOT GIVE A DAMN, GET OUT!" Holding her towel up with one hand and pointing at the door with the other one, she glared at him. Her anger did not intimidate him at all, it just turned him on even more. He did, however, exit the room as fast as he could.
Bella stared at the door, panting, hands clutching her chest. She was not dumb; she had seen the bulge in his pants. She was flattered and turned on and so damn angry at the same time, and she hated not knowing how to feel.
Jacob's hand rested on the door handle, shaking slightly. He had to go back there and tell her, she probably wasn't going to look at him for the rest of the week, he might as well just do it.
He opened the door quickly and the words tumbled out of his mouth before she could start yelling at him again. He poured every single feeling he had for her, every single thought that had crossed his mind every time he saw her. "You're gorgeous, Bells. Absolutely, perfectly gorgeous."
He then slammed the door shut and practically flew down the stairs, hoping this won't be the last time he'll leave this house, leaving a flustered, flattered Bella.
As she lay in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about her future, which was unclear, undetermined, his words were repeated in her head, over and over again. You're gorgeous, Bells. You're gorgeous, Bells. Absolutely, perfectly gorgeous.
Maybe she'll be able to believe him some day.