A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

“What?” he asked. He didn’t mind her looking, but he had to do something to divert his attention
from the way the water made every scent, including her lingering arousal, that much stronger.
“Why is it that you get to look like a Calvin Klein model when you’re wet, and I look like a drowned
rat?” she asked as she turned to open the door.
Jacob watched her and admired the way her clothes clung to her body and her hair stuck to her face.
Her mascara had run a little bit, and any other trace of makeup was gone. “You’re pretty damn sexy
for a drowned rat,” he said, closing the door behind them.
She gave him a look. “That’s not even true. I’m going to go change; I’ll be right back.”
Jacob smirked to himself and watched her ass as she went up the stairs. He took a few deep
breaths to calm himself down, then went to the downstairs bathroom to wring his clothes out. He
was done before she was, so he took the liberty of looking around. In the living room, he laughed
quietly to himself when he saw the DVD case An American Werewolf in London sitting on the coffee
table. He had once liked the movie and was grateful that his transformation was different. The sting
of his was painful enough; he didn’t think he could handle a slow one. He picked up the case and
looked at the back, laughing to himself.
“What’s so funny?” Renesmee asked when she came back down. He turned around and showed her
the case. “Oh, yeah. They watched that last night. Have you seen it?”
“Yes, I have. It was pretty good. You didn’t watch it with them?”
She shuddered, and he pretended he didn’t notice her nipples harden under the light blue t-shirt
she’d changed into. “No, I didn’t watch it. I’ve seen it before, though. It gave me nightmares for a
week.”
Jacob smiled sadly and wondered what she would think of his transformation. “What would you like
to do now?” he asked. He put the case down and walked to her.
She shrugged, although she already knew she wanted to snuggle up to him and have the possibility
of more kissing. “I don’t know . . . maybe we could watch a movie or something?”
He nodded and leaned down to kiss her lips. “What would you like to watch?”
She slid her hands up his chest to his shoulders, surprised when his shirt wasn’t as damp as she had
thought it would be. “I don’t care. Anything that’s not scary.”
“Let’s see what you’ve got.”
They decided on a drama. Jacob laid down on the couch and held her in front of him as it played, his
hand on her stomach. She put her hand over his and interlaced their fingers. When the movie was
over, she shifted to her back and smiled up at him.
“Thank you for watching it with me.”
He kissed her nose. “It was torture.”
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