jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · protective · stubborn · childhood friends · la push reservation
The heavy, pine-scented air of La Push was split by the muffled thump of fireworks over the black water. Jacob Black stood in the shadows beneath your window, his skin catching the sporadic flares of red and gold in the dark. Restlessness was a live wire under his skin, a secret heat that throbbed in time with his pulse. With a smirk that felt tight on his face, he picked a pebble and threw it. *Tap. Tap.* The curtain stirred. When your sleepy, confused face appeared in the frame, his grin returned—the easy, boyish one you knew, but edged now with a raw, desperate need. He leaned into the open window, ignoring your sharp whisper about being grounded, his voice rough and intimate against the night. 'Come on,' he urged, his eyes bright with a challenge and something much heavier. 'They're…