Something Great (Sequel to Something Borrowed)

Chapter 37: More Than This

A/N: Hey lovely readers!!! I hope everyone had a happy Thansgiving!! Here is your promised chapter!! When He opens his arms and holds you close tonight, it just won't feel right. Cause I can love you more than this. Yeah! Lol! If you're a One Direction fan I've hit you right in the fetus feels!! Oh, and also, if you're a 1D fan, I hope you've been listening to "Four"!! It's amazing and it hit number 1! Anyway I'm off topic. Next weekend I take my big test so there will be no update. However the week after that I'll be back to frequent updating! I hope you all will enjoy the chapter!!!

I studied my reflection in the mirror and straightened my red sundress . It was a bit snug. I’ve gained some weight recently. Oh well. As long as my wedding dress still fits I couldn’t care less  if all my other clothes became too tight. Tonight , Michael was throwing me a makeshift bachelorette party just like I had  done for him all those years ago. I thought it was really sweet that he remembered. I’d talked to him a little earlier this week and he wouldn’t drop any hints as to what he had planned. It was a surprise All he’d told me was to meet him at the park. I’d like to think that Michael and I are back to being friends again. I think now that his apology at lunch was sincere and that he just wanted to be friends. That’s the only way I wanted it to be now.

“Wow, you could stop traffic.” Jacob marvels  as he enters our bedroom. I could feel color rising to my cheeks as he walks over to me and wraps his strong arms around my waist. I could just feel myself melting at his touch. Jake places his face in the crook of my neck leaving a small trail of kisses. “You’re too kind.” I replied softly, breathing in his cologne. “Where are you going looking so gorgeous?” He ask into my skin. “Michael’s throwing me a makeshift bachelorette party.” I replied casually inspecting my hair to make sure that all the strands were in place. Jacob softly yet suddenly pulled himself away from me.

“What’d I do wrong , babe?” I questioned turning to face him. Jacob sat on our bed, his arms folded. His handsome face held an indifferent expression. “Don’t you think you’re a little too dressed up?” Jake asked, avoiding my question. So just a few minutes ago I was stopping traffic and now I’m over dressed??

Personally I thought I’d kept it pretty simple. My dress was just a plain sundress- nothing formal. My hair was pulled back, I was barely wearing any makeup and I had on sandals.  There really was no need for me to dress up. I was just going out with Michael. “No, I’d say I look pretty plain Jane.” I replied. Jake sighed. “I just don’t really think you should be wearing that dress around another man.” He replied. Oh, I know exactly what this is about. I smirked. “Are you jealous??” I asked. “Maybe I am. I take that back. Damn right I am.” He replied. My smile widened. I walked over to him and stood between his legs, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Baby, there’s no need to be jealous. I’m completely yours. No one can take you away from me. Besides, Michael and I are only friends.” I assured him whilst starting into his blue eyes.

 Jake sighs wrapping his arms around my waist. “To you you’re just friends but he thinks differently.” He declared. So at one point Michael did but not anymore. Had Jacob picked up on this before? “What makes you say that?” I asked curious to his response. “It’s just the way he looks at you. It’s no secret that he’s got a crush. Did anything ever happen between you two?” He asked his hands traveling the length of my torso. That question literally made my heart drop. It was so close to the wedding and I’d kept it a secret for so long-even Brooke had forgiven me. I literally killed me to lie to Jacob but there was no way I could let him know about that.

I shook my head. “No Jake. Michael and I have always only been friends. There’s nothing to worry about, okay? Just be happy they’ll be no male strippers.” I replied with a smirk. Jacob’s eyebrows rose. “There better not be.” He grumbled. I giggled. “Can’t promise anything.” I replied playfully.  My eyes  fell on the clock. It was six-thirty. Michael had asked me to meet him  at seven.