Jacob glanced up at Bella's profile from where he stood at the sink in the kitchen. He couldn't understand how a person could love someone so much. To the point where he could close his eyes and see her image perfectly in his head--every sparkle in her eyes, every hair on her head, the smell of her skin, the taste of her lips. His wolf buddies had always talked about how powerful imprinting was...that there was no way you could miss it once you met the person you would imprint on. There was an unmistakable, obvious bond that would connect right away. Jacob couldn't say for certain, because he'd yet to experience his imprint, but he wondered if it felt like this. Like his feelings towards Bella...
His mind flooded with all these thoughts, he put the freshly-washed cups back into their respective places and tore a paper towel off the roll, wiping his wet hands. He decided to change the subject to something more...neutral. "So, the danger's over right?" He looked towards Bella. "I mean, I haven't heard about any more bloodthirsty, tresspassing, revenge-seeking vampires lately." His tone was slightly joking, though in a way, he was completely serious about what he was saying.