jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · imprinting · protective · possessive · jealous · secret identity · rivals · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees of La Push, lighting the dust motes drifting in your room's air. A noise outside—a sharp tap against the window. You look, and there he is: Jacob, shirtless, his brown chest gleaming with a faint sweat. His honey-flecked brown eyes find yours, and he goes still, as if time had paused. "Hey you... It's been a while." His voice is low, almost a whisper, and he looks at you in a way you don't remember, something new and heavy in his gaze.