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Y/N's POV

"Where are you taking me!" I exclaimed, cautiously stepping as Jake led me to some 'undisclosed location'.

"Just a little further..." He paused and only a few steps later he stopped me, "Happy Valentine's Day!" He shouted, lifting his hand from over my eyes.

It took me a minute to take in everything he had set up. A picnic blanket sat in the middle of the willow tree clearing, a colorful array of varied fruits scattered on top. A huge grin sat comfortably on my face. I pulled Jake into a hug, squealing in excitement.

"This is beautiful!"

He chuckled softly, "I'm glad you like it."

"I love it!" Biting my lip I pulled Jake along with me over to his masterpiece.

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For the past couple of hours we have been laying near the brook. I had almost fallen asleep to the babbling of the water, but my blissful state was cut short by a splash of frigid liquid. I shot up, eyes now wide open, and seeing Jake holding a cup with droplets in it, a big grin plastered across his face.

The look of surprise displayed across my face quickly turned into one of dismay, and pure anger.

"Jacob Portman!" I was on my feet now and chasing him around the field of trees, "Get back here!"

"No way!" He called behind his shoulder.

After a few minutes of chasing him, I had gotten my own cup full of water and was stalking closer, about to drench him in it.

"Don't." He stated, I stopped in my tracks as he stood up and turned around, a smirk clear as day playing across his usually innocent lips.

He stepped closer to me until I was pressed up against a tree trunk. His pupils were extremely dilated, fixated on my lips. Deciding against getting pay back, for now, I leaned into his embrace, pressing our lips together.

Hands gripping my waist, and tongue working my mouth, now was the perfect time, when he was most unsuspecting. I trailed my hand down his chest, and to his belt. As expected, Jake froze for a moment, I took the opportunity to slip my fingers into his waistbands. In a bit of a rush Jake resumed our kiss. For only a few seconds before I took the cup of water in my other hand and emptied it down his pants.

With a sharp gasp Jake put at least five feet of distance between us in a mere second. Mouth a gape, he shifted his gaze between a now grinning me and his soaked pants. Though he was doing his best to hide it, there was no denying the smile tugging at his lips.

I closed the distance between us and pecked his lips, looping my thumbs in his belt loops.

Grazing my lips against his ear I whispered, "Happy Valentine's Day."