I Bet on Losing Dogs

𐒡ɘㄷꝈוֹℴր ¹: ℬɘɡוֹրրוֹրɡꕶ 2

 Beginnings Pt. 2

Now, I knew I had to be as inconspicuous as physically and mentally possible, because Jacob Black does not do too kindly to being caught. No werewolf does. I also knew that this wasn't something that I could bring up in passing and expect a sincere conversation about. There would be no "So, when did you first turn?" type deal, this was going to be something that needed careful consideration.

I planned out the entire situation in my head, making up detail after detail, choosing my words carefully as I watched Jacob and Embry set short logs up for the fire pit. Trying to be as unsuspicious as possible, I turned to place more towels over the pot roast, turning my worry over Jacob into worry over my roast getting cold. Paul, at some point, had joined Embry and Jacob in collecting logs. After I finished nesting my roast in towels, I glanced back to the three goofing off. Straightening my jean jacket, I turned fully, and panicked. Jacob and Paul were both carrying a tree trunk-- a full-ass grown-ass tree trunk --like it was a sack of flour. I had to stifle my surprise and pretend it was normal, but of course, my mouth got the best of me.

"Holy shit!" I called, instinctively slapping my hand over my mouth like that would suck my words out of the air. I watched Paul stick his hand up at me, balancing the huge trunk on his shoulder. I panicked, and couldn't play dumb at this point. Waving back, I cut across the patchy green grass to him and Jacob.

"How are you lifting that up?" I laughed, ducking under the huge mass of wood to stand in front of Jacob.

"Haven't you seen how shredded I am?" Paul snorted, raising his arm up and flexing his solid, sculpted bicep. "It's the Quileute blood."

I snorted, rolling my eyes and making a face at Paul's back, taking a little longer to stare at the toned muscles of his shoulders than I probably should have, especially with Jacob literally inches from me.

"I think it's actually all the steroids that you've been taking recently. Too much testosterone isn't good for you, you know" I fired back, finally turning to look at Jacob and watch his smile glint in the sunset. Paul started up again, defending his manhood or something, but I got caught in Jacob's eyes. His smile widened, and I secretly traced my hand down his back, running my nails over the thin shirt and down the muscle lines. Paul started walking again, pulling Jacob along with him. As he grabbed my hand, I felt the heat rippling off him. Clue three, aside from the accelerated healing and the insane amount of strength, was how hot he was. I mean, obviously he was incredibly attractive ( which was also suspicious ) but he always felt feverish and warm. Half the time, I expected to see steam roll off of him. My mind switched from giddy girlfriend back to paranoid hunter, and I was back to deciding on how to ask my 6'7 beefcake of a boyfriend if he turned into a howling wolf in his free time.